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(Suddenly My Hood starts to play and the fans erupt in cheers for the arrival of there hometown hero.)

Masters: Oh geez… The resident reject has just arrived.

(Kimo appears on stage with his bottle of Jamaican rum in his hand. The fans cheer louder than ever heard before for Kimo’s arrival.)

Jared: Listen to these fans! They love this guy!

Waters: Well we are in his home town! And he does represent his people quite well.

(Kimo slides into the ring and smiles to the ovation he just received.)

Kimo: HONOLULU HAWAII!!! YO HOODLUM IS BACK IN TOWN DOG!!!

(The fans erupt into cheers as Kimo smiles.)

Kimo: Mayne these past few weeks have been off tha chain! First I take down Ryan Shane, then I put on tha performance of a lifetime that made me even get tha respect of The Jackal, And then I pinned Caleb Walker’s ass! Oh yea baby! I am risin up tha ranks! Someone try to stop me dog!

(The fans start a Kimo chant as he opens his bottle and takes a drink from it.)

Masters: These people will cheer for damn near anyone these days now won’t they.

Kimo: Hey look at these Straight edge motha f**kas! They try to mug me and I still made them look like jackasses! This is a message to that whole CZW! I ain’t just some thug from these streets no mo! I am FO REAL! I keep it real! Unlike the likes of ma opponent Jacob Havok!

Jared: That match happening later tonight folks.

Waters: Oh I look forward to seeing those two clash.

Kimo: Now as tha founda of the anti-straightedge movement I all of ma Islanda brothas out thurr to raise yo drinks high! Raise that bottle! Raise that can! Raise that cup! And oh hell raise that blunt too dog! Fo we stand together united fo what we believe in!!!

The fans stand together cheering when suddenly Kimo, Kimo, Kimo," is heard breaking through the roars of the hometown crowd as Youthful Aggression member Mike King walks out on to the stage. The cheers for Kimo die down as King is receiving boos from the crowd.

King: Real nice, a bunch of coconut and pineapple eating, grass skirt wearing, cannibal are booing me just for interrupting their hometown hero. Let me let you in on a little secret, Kimo Newton is not a hero. He is a man that I was just two years ago. Kimo you are becoming a rising star here in Combat Zone Wrestling but at the same time you are burning your candle at both ends. While you are putting your body on the line in senseless matches of pure un adultrated violence, which these bloodlusting monsterous fans enjoy. You are drinking the night away and God only knows what recreational drugs you are putting in your system.

The fans boo King again, interupting him.

King: Excuse me, I am continuing here. Kimo I know better than anyone, I've been in your shoes before. Then I went through rehab and committed the rest of my life to the straight edge lifestyle that Youthful Aggression is showing everyone in CZW from the boys in the back to the ungrateful fans in the arenas like the ones here tonight.

Kimo stands there and looks at King in complete and utter disbelief. He puts the microphone to his lips.

Kimo: Hold on a sec dog ma throat is kinda parched…

Kimo pulls out his bottle of Jamaican rum and pops the cap and takes a drink from it as the fans go wild.

King: You think this is one big joke don't you? Judging by the amount of liquor left in that bottle, you have been drinking 5ths of that Godforsaken bottle all day. You're lucky that alcohol isn't on the list of banned substances under CZW wellness or else you would be sitting in the crowd tonight because you couldn't go out and wrestle in front of these homers who only like you because this is your hometown arena.

Kimo looks around and shrugs his shoulders.

Kimo: Motha f**ka you of all people should know that the CZW doesn’t have a wellness policy! Hell if it did I think Caleb Walker’s steroid injected ass woulda gotten busted long ago dog! And another thang! Who in tha hell are you?! Ya sure as hell ain’t on tha promotional poster outside dog!

King walks to the ring with his mic in hand.

King: you want to know who I am? You know damn well that I am Mike King. I damn near beat Maynard O'Toole for the Intercontinental title. I was one second away on several opportunities. I have been a CZW Hardcore Champion as well as Tag Team champion twice. What have you done Kimo?

Kimo stands there and ponders the question a few seconds.

Kimo: What have I done? Hmmmm…. I damn near won The Tower Of Power… Whooped Ryan Shane’s ass, made yo home boys Brian Kirkland and Knox Harper look like complete clowns despite the fact that they had to jump ma ass and I still made it to the next level, I whooped Caleb Walker’s ass when I was against all odds and ma dome was busted open! What else have I done… I’ve looked straight edge in the eye and told it to go f**k itself… and to boot let’s face it dog… I am the sexiest thang to walk the streets of Hawaii!!! Yo girlfriend even wants some of this!

King shakes his head at what Kimo just said.

King: Kimo, I hate to burst your bubble but I am single. No girlfriend at the moment and if my ex's want you, what ever they are not my business anymore nor worth my cares.

Kimo: Ohhhhh yea!!! Ma bad! Yo a straight edger! No drugs! No alcohol! No Smoking! No women! No sex! No fun! Mayne dog yo life is boring!

The fans erupt as Kimo smiles to the camera.

King snickers.

King: I never said straight edge wasn't fun. I don't do drugs, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't engage in promiscious sex. While I am straight edge, I work out like a mother f**ker, I goto concerts, I can do everything else in my life other than drugs, drinking and promiscious sex.

The crowd boos King again.

Kimo: Boring!!!

Kimo lets out a long overdrawn yawn as the fans cheer him on.

Kimo: Mayne yo as bad as a late night commercial advertisement! And tha fact that yo voice is as soothing as a fork stuck in a garbage disposal doesn’t help!

Kimo casually takes another drink from his bottle.

Kimo: Oh how rude of me. Did you want a drink dog?

Kimo says holding the bottle out to King with a smile on his face.

King steps into the ring and is face to face with Kimo. King takes the bottle and dumps the contents of it onto the canvas. The crowd boos and King responds by just staring at them.

Kimo: AWNAW HELL NAW!!! I KNOW YA AIN’T JUST SPILL MA DRINK DOG!!!

The fans all over Hawaii cheer as Kimo’s eyes start to bug out crazed.

Kimo: Rule one… NEVA SPILL MA DRINK DOG!!! And Rule Two… NEVA TRY TO MAKE ME SOMEONE I AIN’T! Guess what dog! Ya just broke both ma golden rules motha f**ka!

King: Kimo, that is nothing but garbage. How I once put my lips to it just like you have is beyond me. How you can subject yourself to these poisons is beyond me as well. As for these fans cheer you and the drinking, does it make you feel like a man or does it make you feel like a monkey listening to a music box dancing for money?

Kimo: How does it make me feel dog? How does it make me feel? Motha f**ka it makes me feel like whoopin yo bitch ass! But really King! Why are ya even hurr huh?! Don’t ya know that by now yo straight edge crap is meaningless to me!

King: I know that. Don't patronize me. I was giving the fans the choice as oppose to being spoonfed that they drink that they will be happy when I know for damn sure it isn't. Drinking only makes your life worse.

Kimo: Yo if ya want King to leave tha ring now then pop yo colla and holla!!!

The fans cheer loudly as he holds his microphone up.

Kimo: Ok and yo point is what dog? These fans don’t like ya! I don’t like ya! And to be perfectly blunt I don’t think yo ass monkey Tolwar even likes ya!

King gets into Kimo's face.

King: It's all well and good that you think you are too good for straight edge but don't piss on my life decisions you son of a bitch. Kimo you know what I do in this ring? I kill mother f**kers. You want to join the collection of heads that line my wall with my title belts.

Kimo: Dog I know ya ain’t tryin to show me up hurr! Ya really that god damn stupid?! Where’s yo crew at huh? Where’s Kirkland? Where’s Harper? Where’s Shane? Where’s yo little monkey Tolwar at dog? Is this where I can expect to get jumped?

King: No this is where I prove that even man-to-man, straight edge means I am better than you.

King drops his mic.

Kimo: Well then I feel bad fo ya dog cuz if ya haven’t noticed ya just entered ma turf! And in ma turf I got ma own army of soldias behind me!

(Suddenly a bunch of guys jump the ring barricade and slide into the ring beside Kimo.)

Kimo: King I’d like fo ya to meet Red Dog, Carlos The Recycle Man, Big Mack, Fly Boy, and of course everyone knows Jamaica himself!

The croud cheers loudly as Jamaica poses on the top rope with a blunt in his lips.

King yells "So this is how it's gonna be?”

Kimo: Welcome to Hawaii dog! Ya just learned yo first lesson! Neva bring a knife to a gun battle!

(Suddenly Kimo’s crew all go after King at once while Kimo casually perches himself on the top rope letting them do his dirty work. King tries to fight off but is quickly outmanned by Kimo's posse. Kimo smiles before he raises his hand while they continue to beat down King.)

Kimo: Aight dogs ya did yo work! I can handle this mofo from hurr! Now King! When I said I got soldias on my side! I meant I had soldias on ma side! Allow me to show ya!

Kimo walks over to King and dumps him out of the ring. He follows and proceeds to get him in a full nelson and holds him in front of the fans along the front row. Suddenly one fan slaps King in the chest followed by another followed by another.

Waters: Hah! I love it! This kid is literally getting his whole entire home town involved in the festivities!

Masters: these fans need to get removed from this arena! They are literally turning Mike King into a piñata!

*SMASH*

(A fan smashes a beer bottle over King’s head. Another one stuffs a plate of nachos in his face. A small child punches King right in the groin.)

Jared: Kimo is literally dragging King around the whole entire barrier!

(An elderly woman cracks King right upside the head with her crutch. A baby throws it’s bottle at King. Another fan pulls out his keys and slashes King’s head open with them. A drunk fan proceeds to puke all over King.)

Masters: This is degrading on the highest level! King will never be able to show his face in this town ever again!

Waters: Heads up guys! They are coming our way!

(The security guard Big Casey proceeds to land a brutal punch, Jared grabs his clip board and cracks King upside the head with it.)

Masters: What in the bloody hell are you doing Jared?!

Jared: What?! I’m joining in on the fun!

Masters: I will not partake in such shenanigans!

Jared: Oh get the stick out of your ass for once why don’t you?! Look at Waters!!!

(Waters stands up and takes the chair he was sitting in and in one swift motion floors King with the chair wrapped around his head as the fans erupt in cheers. Kimo walks over and grabs the microphone.)

Kimo: NOW THAT’S HOW WE DO IT HURR IN HAWAII!!! ALL MA ISLANDA BRETHEREN! MAKE SOME NOISE!!!

(And with that said Kimo walks up the ramp and backstage as the fans chant his name. Overdrive cuts to its first commercial.)

At the very moment CZW goes back on air the German countdown begins as Rammstein's "Sonne" booms across the arena, the audience cheering madly with a deafening roar. Once again, "Bad Ass" Matt Covey takes to the stage, a cheshire grin on his stubble-ridden mug. His hair a former shadow of it's long self. A goatte four inches in length hangs down from his chin like the animal of the same name. In place of his leather jacket, he now wears a cut-off sleeve workshirt; black with a "White Trash" logo sewn into the front pocket. His busted-ass jeans remain the same as do his trademark steel-toed boots. Cigarette in hand, he takes one last hit before stamping it out at the top of the ramp.

Daniels: What a way to start Overdrive folks! The "Bad Ass" has finally returned!

Masters: Don't count on it lasting, Daniels. You know just as well as everyone else here in the arena tonight, that sooner or later he's going to be back on the shelf, pumping chemicals into his body. He's an addict. And only a fool trusts an addict.

Daniels: Sounds like you joined the "BK Club", Masters.

Masters: No thank you. I'm a grown man. I don't have to eat off the kids menu.

Matt walks on towards the ring, nodding his head to a few fans who call out to him. He stops halfway down the ramp, eye-balling some young woman in the crowd. He motions a hand gesture, and she promptly lifts her shirt; curvecous C cups spilling forth. Matt yells "Nice!" over the wolf calls and whistles from the crowd, and then continues towards the ring. Rolling in under the bottom rope, Matt gets to his feet and calls for a microphone, which is promptly handed to him.

Daniels: I suppose you didn't like that display either?

Masters: Of course not! She's a harlotte! A whore! She belongs in a brothel... Or maybe spread over a Ritz cracker...

Daniels: I heard that.

After the crowd's applause dies down, Matt begins.

Bad Ass: Did you like that?

*more thunderous cheers*

Bad Ass: You know why I can do that? Because I'm a Bad Ass, that's why!

*crowd screaming themselves hoarse*

Bad Ass: As a matter of fact., just to show you people that I am not a one trick pony, but in fact; a repeat offender... Let's do that one more time!

Matt points to a random chick in the crowd sitting ringside and makes the motion once more. Following suit, the young woman completely removes her shirt, leaving a whopping pair of Double D's in it's place. The crowd is in hysteria now, men wolf calling all across the arena while security tries to make the girl put her shirt back on.

Bad Ass: That's a perk. A benefit, if you will, of being a Bad Ass. But that's not the only one. When you're a Bad Ass, girls will remove their clothes for you. When you're a Bad Ass, men twice your size will question themselves in a fight. When you're a bad ass, people go out of their way to NOT piss you off. And when you're a Bad Ass, you've got the some of the toughest sons of bitches in the world as your best friends and sometimes enemies. It's not just a name, it's a f**king lifestyle!

The crowd erupts again, the camera focusing on signs all across the arena reading "I wanna be a Bad Ass", "Covey My Baby Daddy!", "Drink'em if ya Got'em!", and oddly enough "Matt Covey is no Tim Timmons!!!". When the crowd dies down again, Matt continues.

Bad Ass: Which brings me to my next point. It's become abundantly clear to me... And yes, I did use the word "abundantly". That I, like everyone else, am not in fact going to live forever. If I die in the middle of this ring, then hell yeah! If my wrestling career ends years before I kick it, well...then that would suck Jenna Cyde ballsack. Point being, there's going to come a day when I can't do this anymore. And believe me, for a man of my stature, that's really f**king hard to admit, let alone say out loud. So I bagan thinking to myself, "Who's going to fill my shoes?" Who's going to be the rowdy, beer swilling, whiskey chugging, ass-kicking son a bitch when I'm gone? Who's going to come out here, week in and week out, forcing you to hate him when he's bitch slapping your grandmothers in hardcore bareback sex? Who's going to come out here and force you to love him every time he tells the boss to go f**k himself while nailing Montana's wife?

Matt grins again, winking at the camera.

Bad Ass: I was awesome. You were "okay".

The crowd erupts into laughter. Matt returns his focus to them.

Bad Ass: If you watched the live web broadcast then you already know. If not, then I'll make it perfectly clear. I'm hosting my own little "Bad Ass Invitational". Invitational meaning, only if I invite you. I have chosen eight CZW superstars, all of whom have no idea yet, to participate in a weekly series of matches until we are left with only one man standing. That man will have the right to call himself a Bad Ass.

Masters: What? He can't just come in here and start making matches and decisions like that!

Bad Ass: By the way, I don't give a rat's ass what you think about it, Jesse. This is "Bad Ass" tv, and you're on "Bad Ass" time.

Masters: I stand corrected.

Bad Ass: When I call your name, don't stand behind the curtain waiting for some grand entrance. You maggots don't deserve that yet. The end result will be you standing there, looking like a jack ass when no music plays.Just get your asses in the ring, and we can make this official. First up, a man who just ended his own personal fued with the "God of War" Caleb Walker, Kimo Newton!

A few seconds pass before Kimo finally hits the stage, the crowd cheering. He points a few of his fans out as he quickly makes his way down and into the ring. He holds out his hand for a high-five, which Matt merely raises an eyebrow to.

Bad Ass: Next up... Some new guy. Not too sure who some of these guys are, but never-the-less they've got a buzz going about them, and that's why we're here. Johnny Kerosene, if you will.

Kerosene hits the stage..

. *Are we really going to do this for every guy in the set? No. No we are not. Without further ado, the rest of the names*

Bad Ass: Garrett William... Buzzsaw... C Breezy... "Canada's Finest" Edward Croft *does nobody remember Ace King?*... A personal fave, Mountain Man... Chris Tolwar... Tim Timmons... And "Big Time" Dwayne Campbell.

Once everyone is in the ring, they all begin to look around at one another, noticing something odd. Matt explains it to them.

Bad Ass: And now we've come to the part where you dumbasses realize it's an eight man tournament, and yet there's ten of you assholes standing here. Now we've come to the fun part of this little shindig. and yes, I did use the word "shindig".

The crowd laughs as Matt goes into the front pocket of his work shirt, retrieving a shining silver pair of what would normally be "brass" knuckles. Inscribed on the knuckles in diamonds, are the words "Bad Ass". Matt holds it high in the air, showing it off to the crowd as well as the ten men in the ring.

Bad Ass: This is what you're competing for. Not just this, but all the rights and privelegs befit of the name.

Matt places the knucks on his right hand and begins pacing back and forth through the line of wrestlers.

Bad Ass: Eight is good. Ten is too many. Two of you have to go, right here and now. But which two to choose? None of you have had the opportunity to...

Matt suddenly swings at Kimo Newton, who ducks with his eyes wide open. Matt motions for him to leave the ring, and Kimo looks at him angrilly. He leaves the ring, keeping his eyes on Covey the whole time. The rest of the nine men, begin to look nervous as Matt begins pacing again.

Bad Ass: ...compete in front of me yet. But you will. As of tonight, I will be watching all of your matches. Some from a monitor backstage. Some as close as ringside. I want each of you to think about what it means to be a "Bad Ass", and then you figure out how to relate that message back to me in your performance. Starting next show, you'll be placed in elimination matches with each other. And so on, and so on. Fair enough?

The guys all nod as Matt stops and turns to Timmons.

TT: You wouldn't. I mean, come on!

Bad Ass: Damnit, Tim. You know me very well. And you know damn well I would.

Matt swings and hits so hard, Timmons flies backwards trying to avoid it and falls over the ropes. The other eight look relieved to know that they've made it as Matt yells at them.

Bad Ass: What the hell's wrong with you? Quit playin' grab ass and go get ready for your f**kin' matches!

The eight men quickly flee the ring, shoving each other as they run for the back. Matt grins a cheshire look once more, shrugging before flipping off the camera. He exits the ring as "Sonne" picks back up.

Daniels: The Bad Ass Invitational has landed in CZW!

Masters: The concept is repulsive to say the least! He wants to teach one of these fine young athletes how to drink and fight? Are they no better than animals?

Daniels: This is CZW. Even you are an animal, William. Stay with us folks, we've got a lot more in store for you on this Overdrive broadcast!

*commercial*

When CZW returns, Jarred Daniels is standing in the ring with a mic in his hand. He is wearing a light grey suit, and has a notecard in his other hand.

DANIELS: "Hello, Honolulu, HAWAII!!"

The crowd pops

DANIELS: "Thank you for coming to see the CZW live, the best way to experience our awesome product! Right now I'd like to take the time to give everyone here and everyone watching at home the first official -exclusive- preview of our next pay-per-view, the annual Summer Showdown!"

The crowd pops again.

DANIELS: "Well, we already know the main event, and it's a doosy. On the next Overdrive, in Seattle, we will be having the official contract signing between the champion, Alan Fiscus.."

The crowd boos.

DANIELS: "And the challenger, 2010 Tower of Power winner.. The Jackal!"

The crowd pops.

DANIELS: "They will meet in the main event to contend for the CZW World Heavyweight championship. To go along with the annual theme of the show, we will also be contesting the 2010 Ultimate X Chamber match!"

The crowd pops again.

DANIELS: "Now we don't have all of the contestants finalized yet, but I can share with you a few right. Of course, the X-Division champion will be defending the title, so Tim Timmons is in it. Also confirmed are 'Psycho' Sam Attic... and 'CZW's Rock Star' Johnny Kerosene! So there will be a few more slots filled up over the weeks to come."

DANIELS: "On top of that, we have another match just recently signed. Maynard O'Toole, the reigning CZW Intercontinental champion, will defend the title in a fatal four way match!"

The crowd pops again.

DANIELS: "Now, the first contender is pretty much the runner-up in the 2010 Tower of Power, and well deserving for his effort. None other than the hometown boy himself, Kimo Newton is automatically entered!"

The crowd pops huge for their hometown boy.

DANIELS: "And over the next two Overdrives we will be holding two matches to determine the other two slots. The first match is a great match up, as we have seen in the past. 'Rated E for Everyone' Eddie Rowan will take on 'The Straight Edge Phoenix" Mike King!"

The crowd pops.

DANIELS: "And the other match is quite an interesting pairing. We have a former Intercontinental champion in 'The Realist' Kris Kash... taking on someone who has really caught the eye of CZW management. The problem is... it's Kash's own partner in Blood Money Inc., Alex Kaelin!"

The crowd pops big.

DANIELS: "Quite a lineup so far for Summer Showdown 2010, which will be taking place at Madison Square Garden, on June 13th! More matches will be announced as we get closer to the event, and I know you can't because I know I can't wait either!"

“Bloodline” by Slayer suddenly interrupts Daniels as the crowd pops loudly. Maynard appears at the top of the entrance way, standing tall, wearing blue jeans, black boots, a black “OGT” shirt, black leather jacket and of course his Intercontinental championship title belt is laid over his right shoulder.

DANIELS: Well speak of the devil, it seems as though we will be graced with the presence of the reigning Intercontinental champion, Maynard O’Toole.

Maynard makes his way into the ring as the fans continue to cheer him on. With a determined look upon his face, Maynard grabs a mic and begins to speak as his music fades out.

MAYNARD: First of all, I’d just like to say it’s about damn time the booking committee actually allowed started scheduling some title defenses. I mean seriously, I won this title back in November and just defended it a few weeks ago.

DANIELS: Well, you certainly proved to a lot of people that you won’t give that title up without a fight. Successfully and impressively defeating Mike King at Road To Glory Three. Now you’ve got another title defense set up for Summer Showdown in a four way dance. You’ve certainly got your work cut out for you.

MAYNARD: You’re right, Jarred. Especially with names like Mike King, Kris Kash and Eddie Rowan as potential opponents, and then there’s Alex Kaelin who has certainly been on one hell of a roll. But I think, in that particular match up, I’ll be pulling for Kash. I want Kash in that ring so I can prove once again why I am superior. But something tells me that even another beating won’t shut him up. It hasn’t worked that last two times I beat his ass and ran him out of the company but I won’t mind doing it again.

Crowd Pops

MAYNARD: Kimo, congrats buddy, you have made it into a-whole-nother level. The question is though is, can you keep up? Now then, Summer Showdown is just around the corner and I’ve got my title defense set in place, that’s awesome. However, ……..I don’t want to wait till Summer Showdown. That’s a month away, I’ve only defended my title once in the five or so months I’ve had it. It makes me look weak and I don’t look good weak. So I am going to defend my intercontinental championship…..NEXT WEEK ON OVERDRIVE!

The crowd cheers loudly as Daniels chimes in.

DANIELS: Wait…what? You’re going to defend your title here, next week? Who is your opponent going to be?

MAYNARD: I’m glad you asked, Jarred. Next week on Overdrive, I will defend my title against none other than…YOU, JARRED DANIELS!

Daniels’ eyes grow as big as the plate on the intercontinental title belt. Maynard tries so hard to hold his face straight but he finally busts out laughing.

MAYNARD: Relax, Jarred, go change your underwear. No…. I was actually thinking some PUNK. But not just any punk, somebody….dead, somebody…..Youthful, full of aggression….somebody straight edge. Somebody who I have a long history with, I was thinking Brian Kirkland.

DANIELS: Is there any reason why you chose Kirkland out of all the other superstars?

MAYNARD: Nope, no reason, just cause. So….next week n Seattle, Kirkland will get another shot at my gold. See you all then.

“Bloodline” by Slayer plays over the arena once again as Maynard makes his way out of the ring, leaving Daniels still wondering why he made this decision.

DANIELS: Well folks there you have it, Maynard has decided not to wait till Summer Showdown. Next week live in Seattle, the intercontinental championship will be on the line as O’Toole takes on Kirkland.

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-=- INTERNATIONAL DISPUTE! -=-
"Canada's Finest" Edward Croft vs. Kyle Castles
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Masters: “Canada’s Finest” Edward Croft and Kyle Castles are about to get the action started off with the first match of the evening.

Daniels: Both men have been turning heads since there debuts and today these two great young talents are going one on one.

Waters: Reminds me of the day when I was awesome, wait what do I mean was?

Masters: More Importantly what do you mean Awesome?

Daniels: Alright, let’s throw it up to Jessica for the introductions.

Courtesy of the Red White and Blue begins to play over the sound system as the fans start to cheer. Then Kyle Castles is on the stage as the cheers get louder and Castles makes his way to the ring.

Daniels: Here he comes the Real American if you will Kyle Castles.

Masters: More like Really Stupid if you ask me.

Kyle slides into the ring and hops on the second turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air as Rock Bottom by Eminem begins to play. Edward Croft is now on the stage as the fans boo heavily as he just heads to the ring ignoring them all.

Jessica: And, his opponent, he is from the Bronx, New York, Canada’s Finest Edward Croft.

Masters: Here comes a man who was apparently trained by Bret Hart and is hoping to beat the much larger Kyle Castles.

Waters: A better fact. How is someone who is known as Canada’s Finest from The Bronx?

Edward Croft slides in the ring and charges at Kyle as Jessica just got out of the ring and bell hasn’t even rung yet.

Daniels: Edward just charges after Kyle the bell hasn’t even rung as Kyle side steps and throws Edward over the top rope and onto the floor.

Waters: I little overzealous there from Croft as Castles is now chasing him to the outside of the ring.

Masters: Overzealous, that’s a big word for you Waters.

Daniels: Castles picks Croft up on his shoulder and smashes his head against the ring post. He then take shim over to the security barricade. Edward Croft his still on his feet, but not anymore as he is levelled with a huge right hand from Castles and is down. Castles is now putting the boots to him as the referees count gets higher.

Waters: We have count out?

Masters: We always had count outs you twit! Castles pulls Croft’s hair and brings him back to him feet and throws him in the ring. Castles then follows suit as the referee finally rings this match is officially under way. Though Castles is a cheater.

Waters: Castles isn’t a cheater he used Crofts momentum against him.

Daniels: Castles is still firmly in control of this match as well as he is now using the ground and pound to his advantage as he is raining fists down on Croft. Castles finally decide to get up off of Croft. Croft is using the ropes to help him get back to his feet as he is up and walks backwards. Castles grabs Croft and whips him into the corner. Castles charges and hit’s a big avalanche into the corner. Croft is down as Castles climbs to the second turnbuckle and hit’s a Vader Bomb!

Masters: Cover 1.….2.….NO

Waters: Croft gets his foot on the bottom as Castles climbs back up to the second rope. He starts bouncing and goes for another Vader Bomb and Croft gets the knees up. He just took the wind right out of Castles.

Masters: Ah, how the momentum can shift so easily. Croft can hopefully use this to his advantage. Both men are getting to their feet as Castles goes for a BIG close line and Croft ducks. Croft then grabs Castles and take shim off his feet with a big side Russian leg sweep. Castles is still down as Croft drags him to the corner and climbs to the top rope.

Waters: Croft hits Castles with an Imploding 450 Splash!

Daniels: Cover 1.…..2.….No! Castles gets the shoulder up Croft is up and waiting for Castles to get to his feet. Once he does Croft springboards off of the middle rope and takes Castles down with a nice head scissors take down. Castles rolls through and is on his feet as Croft goes charging after him and nails Castles with a Hurricarana.

Masters: Now look at this Croft is perched backwards on the top rope as he is looking over his shoulder to make sure Castles gets back to his feet. Castle sis back as Croft takes flight and hit’s a Diving Reverse Cross Body! Croft stays on for the cover again 1.….2.…NO!

Waters: Somehow Castles keeps kicking out he’s not giving up without a fight. Croft is dragging him closer to the corner as he climbs the turnbuckle one more time. He is up and set he could be going for Serial Killer Air!

Daniels: CASTLES MOVES!

Masters: Croft just went for that 450 leg drop and Castles had the where with all to roll out of the way what a match. Castles and Croft are both slowly but surely getting to their feet. Both men are on a vertical base as Croft throws a big right and Castles blocks it. He gives Croft a kick in the gut then nails a big right of his own. Croft goes for another right and Castles blocks it as well. Croft tries the left this time and it is blocked as well. Croft is kicked in the gut yet again and Castles plants him with a DDT!

Waters: Castles is too tired to make a cover however but the fans are getting behind him. They are chanting his name. He is back to his feet as Croft is still wobbly from the DDT. Croft turns into a massive haymaker from Castles and it takes Croft off of his feet. Croft quickly gets up and this time he is taken down with a close line. Croft is quick to his feet again as Castles is going for that Double Leg Spinebuster but Croft is fighting out of it by elbowing Castle sin the head. Castles drops Croft and Croft this a right. A right that apparently didn’t even phase Castles.

Daniels: Croft is going for another right and Castles just grabs the right hand. Castles now going for a short arm close line and Croft ducks it. Croft tries for another Side Russian Leg Sweep and Croft gets an elbow in the jaw for good measure. Croft then whips Castles into the ropes as. What Castles was just hit in the back of the head with something.

Masters: It’s Caleb Walker! Our Television Champion! Hooray! And, he has a new lead pipe!

Daniels: What is he doing out here?

Waters: In the mean time. Croft hit’s a Leg Lariat on Castles taking him out. He then drags Castles to the corner and climbs to the top rope again. He goes for and this time hits Serial Killer Air! Cover 1.……2.………3!

Daniels: Thanks to Caleb Walker this one is over.

Masters: Why what did he do?

The bell rings as Rock Bottom begins to play and the fans boo heavily as Croft gets his hand raised in the air.

Jessica: Here is your winner, Canada’s Finest Edward Croft!

Masters: There is your winner Edward Croft, what a big win for that young man.

Daniels: With help from Caleb Walker who doesn’t appear to be done. He is now bringing in the Steel Steps! What is he doing.

Waters: I’m going to go out on a limb and say, nothing good.

Masters: He has picked Castles up and is apparently going for a power bomb……Yup! He just power bombed Castles onto the steel steps!

Daniels: Good lore, what a hellacious assault. Caleb is taking out and injuring another CZW superstar. This is bad.

Waters: Well congratulations to Edward Croft and we’ll get some help out here for Kyle Castles.

Daniels: Time for another commercial break, we'll be right back folks.

***

We come back from break to see a shot of the excited crowd. Personal Jesus by Lollipop Lust Kill begins and the camera pans over so we see “The Reaper” Brian Kirkland come onto the ramp and start to walk down to the ring.

Daniels: For a guy who just lost at Tower of Power Kirkland seems to be a little too happy. Just look at that big smile on his face.

Masters:Of course hes smiling, ToP wasn't about winning it was about punishing that fool Kimo and that was done perfectly.

Daniels: Still, its kinda creepy to see that crazy smile on his face when he being booed the way he is.

Kirkland is now in the ring with a mic as the song fades out. The fans continue to loudly boo.

BK:Normaly I'd question why you people are booing me now but not tonight. See tonight I've got something so special planned that nothing can ruin this for me, not even you bunch of ingrats. Now onto my point. For those of you who had enough money left after buying Ice and were able to watch Road to Glory, you might have noticed that there was a group of people near the front row that were cheering for me and my comrade,Knox. I was struck by this. I thought it'd take much longer foe people to begin to accept the new Brian Kirkland but these people showed me something. They showed me that my message of a clean life, a Straight Edge life, is spreading and its doing so fast. So after the show I managed to track down a few of these people and get to talking to them. After hearing them speak about how I helped them I decided that I'd fly a few of them here tonight, with my own money, so I can show all you abusers out there what I can do for you. Bring them out.

Reckless Youth by Pillar begins to play as Knox and Shane step onto the ramp with for or 5 people behind them dressed in YA gear.

Daniels:Looks like Kirkland is gonna bring these fans into the ring.

Knox and Shane hold the ropes so the people can climb into the ring.

Masters:5 people here, are they all gonna speak?

Shane and Knox leave as Kirkland starts to eye up the five people. He then points at the one in the back, a tall kid with short black hair.

BK:You, come here.

The guy steps to the front near BK.

BK:Tell these people your name.

Guy:David.

BK:Now David, I want you to tell these people what you told me on sunday.

Kirkland puts the mic to David's mouth

David:Well, like I told you, when I was young I lived with my stepbrothers and father, all my brothers were so much older than me since I wasn't even meant to be born, they were all adults by the time I was 11, I'm 18 now. They all hated me but my dad hated me the most. He use to beat the shit out of me. My whole life he did this and I was content to let it happen. You see I had started doing drugs to numb the pain but eventually that stopped working. So one night I was in the living room with a gun in my mouth, ready to end it all when I glance over and see you on the TV. I don't know why but I put the gun down and turned up the TV to hear you. I listened to you speak and I realized how pathetic my father was for being a drunk and I realized that I was just as bad with my addictions so I quit everything cold turkey and moved out. I now live on my own and I'm clean as I can be and I owe it all to you.

Kirkland takes the mic back t his mouth

BK:That you do, and I'm glad I could help. Now all you people out there that doubt my power, that say I'm just a big ego, I want you to look at this man, I want yo-

Dead Bodies Everywhere by Korn interrupts Kirkland and the fans go nuts as Buzzsaw makes his way to the ring carrying that trademark kendo stick.

Masters:What the hell is he doing out here?

Daniels:Looks like the UV number one contender has something to say as he has a mic with him.

BK:Just what the the hell do you think you're doing out here?!

Buzzsaw grabs a mic and slowly climbs into the ring

Buzzsaw: Well, well, well, The Ultraviolent Champion Brain Kirkland, I wanted to take this moment too introduce myself, I’m Buzzsaw…the man that will be taking that belt from you on June 13 at Summer Showdown!

The crowd pops hard and breaks out in a Buzzsaw…Buzzsaw…Buzzsaw chant.

Masters: Bold prediction by this newcomer.

Daniels: Buzzsaw might be new to the CZW, but he is not new to hardcore wrestling or hardcore titles.

Buzzsaw: Now some will see this little interruption as rude on my part, but people I’m just think about you. Now as sad and rehearsed as David’s story sounds I can’t let you drag down tonight’s episode of Overdrive…I just can’t allow it. I can not in the name of good taste allow you to let these 5 people step forward and tell the world their sad stories about how their mommy’s and daddy’s were just so mean to them. How daddy use to drink all their money always and smack around mommy and how they use to blame themselves and sit in their rooms and cry their poor little eyes out every night. How some of them turned to drugs to easy their pain and how one…

Buzzsaw points the keno stick at the only women in the ring…

Buzzsaw: Yeah I remember you, St. Louis right…yeah….how one turned to taking off her cloths for men’s entertainment and would crawl around the dirty ass stage for singles.

With this a few men in the front row pull out singles and being to wave them in the air as Brian Kirkland tries to shield her away from their taunts.

Buzzsaw: You use to blame yourselves for all the problems and the true is…well you were right, it was your faults. If I had kids that looked like you all I would also get drunk every night and put as many drugs into my body to try and escape. I mean look at you, with your black grease hair, you all are a big f**king disappointment. You come out here and wine about how tough you had it, how you wanted to kill yourself, well you want to die so damn badly David step forward and I’ll take your head clean off…

Buzzsaw drops the mic and brings the keno stick back like it was a baseball bat as Kirkland jumps in front of David.

Masters: Kirkland isn’t going to allow these brave souls to be harmed.

Daniels: He is ushering them out of the ring and away from Buzzsaw.

As the last man climbs out of the ring Kirkland raise the mic to his mouth…

BK: Now look here…

*CRACK*

Daniels: BUZZSAW LAYS OUT KIRKLAND WITH A SHOT TO THE HEAD WITH THAT KENDO STICK!!!!!

Masters: He just attacked out Ultraviolent Champion as he turned around to face him.

Daniels: I guess Buzzsaw is sending a message here tonight.

Masters: He might have got the first shot in but this is a long way from being over.

The shot fades to an ad for CZW's new wrestling school with Buzzsaw looking down at Brian Kirkland.

***
-=- DAVID vs. GOLIATH! -=-
"The Kansas Colossus" Garrett William vs. "The Real Deal" Rob Wright
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Towers: Ladies and Gentleman our next match is scheduled for one fall.

‘Down with the Sickness’ by Disturbed hits and the fans boo…

Towers: Introducing first from Wichita, Kansas weighing in tonight at a scale tipping 475 lbs…. ‘THE COLOSSUS’ GARRETT WILLIAM!!!!

The fans continue to boo as William steps out onto the stage and raises one of his massive hands into the air.

Daniels: These fans are showing him no love as he makes his way to the ring.

Masters: Garrett William could crush every man, woman or child sitting ringside if he wanted too so they better start showing him some respect.

Daniels: Well tonight he faces his toughest challenge yet…

Towers: And his opponent…

‘In the End’ by Linkin Park hits and the fans go nuts…

Towers: From Springfield, Massachusetts, weighing in tonight at 245 lbs…he is the MONEY IN THE BANK WINNER… ‘THE REAL DEAL’ ROB WRIGHT!!!!!

Rob Wright steps out onto the stage to a huge pop from the fans. He smacks the Money in the Bank brief case and jogs to the ring.

Daniels: One of the biggest questions going around the CZW is when and who Rob Wright will cash his open contract.

Masters: Time is ticking and Wright is going to have to make a decision soon.

Daniels: And tonight he steps in the ring with the biggest athlete in the CZW…

Masters: Garrett Williams is a monster of a man looking to make a name for himself.

Daniels: He has heard the whispers, he’s lived in his shadow of his cousins and tonight he can take a step out of those shadows by taking down the CZW’s Money in the Bank…

DING! DING! DING!

Daniels: Rob Wright is going to have to stick and move and avoid getting into close to this monster.

Masters: It will only be a matter of time before Garrett gets his hand son him and when he does it will be over for Mr. Wright.

Waters: The size difference between these two men is incredible

Daniels: Rob Wright snapping those leg kicks to the side of Garrett Williams’s knee to start this match and this is exactly what I was talking about, he has to keep the big man at bay.

Waters: Those kicks are hitting right behind the knee

Masters: He’s just pissing the big man off.

Daniels: And Garrett charges in swinging one of those giant hands at Wright who side steps and unloads with a barrage of kicks to the legs, stomach and then to the head of Garrett Williams.

Masters: He has the big stunned.

Waters: He need to capitalize now while he has the chance

Daniels: Wright jumps to the second rope and begins to drop rights and lefts to the face of Williams who shoves him off with one of his big paws.

Waters: He seems more annoyed than angry

Masters: Rob Wright charges back in with a drop kick to the left knee of Williams dropping the big man to one knee.

Waters: He’s now level with Rob Wright

Daniels: Wright bounces off the ropes and delivers a drop kick to the face of Garrett Williams. This is the type of skills that won him the Money in the Bank match.

Masters: He has grounded the big fellow.

Waters: Rob looks down at Garrett, he’s wasting valuable time here

Daniels: Wright back off the ropes but Garrett is ready this time and drops Rob with a right fist to the stomach.

Waters: That will take the wind right out of you

Masters: This is what I was talking about, it was only going to be a matter of time.

Daniels: Garrett getting to his feet as Rob Wright tries to roll away from the big man but Garrett pulls him to his feet as he reaches down and wraps those hands around the throat of Rob Wright. He lifts him in the air and Wright’s feet and legs dangle in the air.

Waters: Just like all the ladies say, Size does matter, and Rob Wright is finding that out first hand.

Masters: And what do you know about that…wait never mind I don’t want to know

Daniels: Garrett tosses Rob Wright into the corner and drives his shoulder into the chest of Wright. He raises his right hand high into the air and drives it down hard across Rob’s chest.

*SMACK*

Masters: Oh damn, that is echoing throughout this arena.

Waters: That open hand slam was deafening

Daniels: And Rob Wright sinks down onto the mat as his chest now is red with a hand print beginning to show.

Masters: His hands are bigger than my entire head!

Waters: You know what they say about big hands right?

Daniels: No, we are not going there!

Masters: Cover your kids ears please

Waters: They where big gloves…get it, BIG GLOVES, CONDOMS GLOVES, HAHAHAHA!

Masters: Oh dear lord, cut his mic now!

Daniels: And Garrett not letting him up and drives his boot into the face of Mr. Money in the Bank, racking the sole of his boot across the face of Rob Wright.

Masters: And Garrett Williams pulls Wright and drops down for the pin…

ONE

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Daniels: Wright gets his foot on the ropes and the referee breaks the count.

Waters: Garrett doesn’t see it

Masters: Garrett thinks he won, he gets to his feet and raises his arm in victory

Daniels: The ref is trying to tell him Rob’s foot was on the rope and this is giving Rob Wright time to gather his thoughts.

Masters: Garrett is holding up three fingers and waving them in the face of the ref

Waters: Let it go, he’s letting Rob Wright off the hook

Daniels: Rob Wright rolls out of the ring and grabs that brief case and climbs to the top rope, he’s perched and ready…

Masters: Garrett Williams looks down and then turns around…

*CRACK*

Daniels: Rob Wright off the top rope and brings that brief case down across the face of Williams and the big man is dazed

Waters: These Hawaiian fans love seeing that

Masters: Rob Wright off the ropes and a chop block to the back of the knee to Garrett Williams drops him

Daniels: Rob wastes little time and goes for the quick cover…

ONE

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TW…

Daniels: And Garrett Williams powers out and launches Rob Wright into the air

Waters: Holy hell did he get airborne

Masters: Garrett Williams is just too powerful and it’s going to take more than that to hold him down for a three count

Daniels: Rob raises that brief case over his head again and brings it down at Garrett Williams

Masters: He sort of blocks it with his forearm then grabs a hold it of and rips it out of the hands of Rob Wright and floors him with a boot to the face

Waters: That brief case looks like a kid’s toy in the hands of Garrett Williams

Daniels: Garrett is on a mission to prove that he belongs here in the CZW and that he’s more than just the cousin of the World Champion

Masters: Garrett drives that brief case into the back of Rob Wright, he’s trying to work over the lower back

Waters: Slow the man down and he’ll be ripe for the picking

Daniels: Garrett Williams bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow to the lower back of Rob Wright

Masters: He’s going to try and cripple the man

Waters: Well here comes trouble, and trouble is The Mountain Man

The crowd beings to stir as the Mountain Man walks to the ring carrying a steel chair

Daniels: It was announced earlier tonight that The Mountain Man will face Garrett Williams at Summer Showdown and it looks like we might just get a preview here tonight

Masters: He begins to slam that chair on the ring apron and Garrett Williams now sees him standing at ringside

Waters: Garrett Williams holding that brief case as The Mountain Man continues to bounce that chair off the apron

Daniels: Williams was in control out here tonight, on the verge of picking up the biggest win of his career but he’s letting The Mountain Man into his head

Masters: And Rob Wright is slowly getting to his feet with the help of the ropes and Garrett Williams is none the wiser

Waters: The Mountain Man is up on the apron and Garrett Williams charges

Daniels: But The Mountain Man jumps back off the apron and tosses that chair into the ring

Masters: William didn’t see it and Rob Wright makes his way over to the chair

Daniels: He has it and Garrett is still barking at The Mountain Man who is point for Garrett to look around…

*CRACK*

Masters: Rob Wright dents the chair over Garrett Williams dome

Waters: But Garrett shakes it off, oh shit!

Daniels: He’s fueled on by his hate for The Mountain Man, Rob Wright cocks the chair back again but Garrett Williams swings and punches the chair right back into the face of Rob Wright!!!!

Masters: Rob drops the chair and falls into Garrett Williams

Waters: The Mountain Man’s plan back fired!

Daniels: Garrett William hooks both of Rob Wrights arms and…STAIGHTJACKET DDT ONTO THAT STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!

Masters: Rob Wright is out cold and Garrett drops down for the pin…

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THREE!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Towers: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH….GARRETT WILLIAM!!!!!!!!

Daniels: The Mountain Man wanted nothing more than to cost Garrett William this match here tonight but instead he gave him the motivation to knock off the Money in the Bank winner and give Garrett the biggest win of his young CZW career

Masters: The Mountain Man slowly backs up the ramp as Garrett William raises his arms in victory

***

Suddenly ‘Path’ by Apocalyptica begins to play throughout the arena as an assortment of Karl Jackson pictures show up on the Combat-Tron. The fans begin to chant for the Jackal immediately, with signs in the crowd including; ‘The Most Dangerous Man in CZW’, ‘I Broke Montana’s Leg’ and ‘I Want Your Blood’.

Daniels: What a reception for the Jackal here tonight, and I guess before we get the next match under way, Karl wants to address a few things first.

Masters: I’m not sure I can even stand to look at this man after what he’s done. He should not only be put in jail, he should be abused by angry criminals for the rest of his life. Jesse Montana did not deserve having his leg broken by this maniac.

Waters: Yet we all loved to see it, Willie.

Masters: You sick and twisted little Aussie, you’re just jealous of Montana’s success and your own failure.

Waters: No really, I’m not. Jesse Montana had tried to have Karl killed, William. He has made this man’s life a misery for the past two years. Just like he has made most of the fans lives miserable every time he hogged the spotlight.

Masters: He made CZW…you buffoon, I can bet you this, without Montana around now CZW will go into administration AGAIN!

Daniels: That’s not going to happen, William. CZW is back and stronger than ever before. Though I do agree this man’s actions last Overdrive was damn right disgusting. As much as I hate Jesse Montana, maybe the Jackal went a little far.

Waters: I don’t think so, and William calm down, it won’t be long before Montana wheels his crippled ass down to the ring again, you can count on that. Jesse Montana is like a bad smell incapable of exterminating.

Masters: I don’t want to see Montana having to come down here in a bloody wheelchair, though Shawn. Just like I don’t want to see this retard Jackal come down here and gloat about being a psychopath.

Karl now makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, as another wave of cheers bellows around the arena in Honolulu. Karl wears his usual American style outfit, water dripping down his face, his cold glaring eyes piercing down the lens as he poses…

BANG BANG

Fireworks now blast off as Karl Jackson stands behind the colorful spray of the sparks. The Jackal now begins to make his way down the ramp, not acknowledging the fans even though they’re going wild for him, begging him to sign autographs and shake their hands.

Masters: It really does show how selfish this man is, when the fans cheer for him like he is some sort of hero, and he doesn’t even give them a smile.

Daniels: It’s not his style William. Karl Jackson isn’t exactly a fun loving type who celebrates with the fans, he’s more the lone warrior who is out for himself.

Masters: So you admit it then, he is selfish.

Daniels: I never said that, William.

Waters: Karl never asked for these fans to cheer him the way they do, but let’s face it, these fans would cheer even YOU Willie, if you publicly broke the leg of Montana.

Masters: And that is something I would NEVER do, so these fans can shove their cheers where the bloody sun don’t shine.

Waters: And folks at home, we all know the sun doesn’t shine up Jesse Montana’s backside, as it’s occupied by the melon head of one William Masters.

Masters: Har har, bloody hilarious you clown.

Daniels: And I see one man who isn’t laughing, and that’s the Jackal, always looking deadly serious, always passionate about something.

Masters: I don’t know, that sick bastard was smiling last Overdrive, after attacking poor Mr. Montana.

Waters: Yeaaah…Good times!

Karl is now beginning to get into the ring, as he climbs up the steps, for the first time giving a look out to all the fans before stepping through the ropes. Jessica Towers quickly walks around the ring, passing a microphone to Karl, then striding off as though she was fearful of him. The music begins to die down as the fans continue to chant his name, the Jackal walking around the ring like an encaged lion.

Daniels: And of course, Karl Jackson told us mid week that he was planning on making an address this week on Overdrive, and I can’t wait to hear what he has to say.

Waters: I think he may want to mention Alan Fiscus, who spoke about the Jackal last Overdrive. What a match that will be.

Masters: I hope Alan Fiscus tears this man apart.

Daniels: Quite possibly the two most dangerous and feared men in this industry today, going head to head.

The fans now begin to quiet down as Karl Jackson stands still, glaring into a camera lens as his face shoots up on the Combat-Tron. The look in his eyes is immense. The Jackal begins to speak.

Jackal: Like I said during the week, I’m here to make a short address to my opponent at Summer Showdown, when I fight for the…CZW…World Heavyweight Title. But just like most of you here tonight, I’d also like to recollect on events last Overdrive, when I rendered the CZW President, a cripple.

‘JACKAL…JACKAL…JACKAL…JACKAL…’

Jackal: Yes, as I can tell, breaking the leg of the most irritating man on Global Television didn’t just bring joy to myself, it also brought joy to all of you. Jesse Montana has been on our televisions and in our lives for the past two and a bit years, and managed to piss each and every one of us off in his time here. Now, I would usually show a clip of last fortnights Overdrive, however the staff backstage wouldn’t allow me to show it on television again, due to how violent the scenes were. I don’t know about you, but that just makes me chuckle.

Daniels: I guess were seeing a more fun loving Jackal here tonight, clearly in a good mood.

Masters: Fun loving?! He’s chuckling at the fact a man is now in a wheelchair, the only time he is in a good mood is if he has hurt someone.

Jackal: But you know what, that doesn’t make me angry one bit. I may not have a recording of the events which took place on Overdrive two weeks ago, but I have it stored, in perfect detail, up in my mind. I can take a few minutes out from my busy day, and just happily remember the feeling of snapping another man’s bones. The pleasure I felt when my arms jolted, as I fell forwards a little, having just cracked Montana’s leg in half. I know it was a bit much for a few of you to take, and poor Willie over there nearly had a nervous breakdown, but for me, it was like floating through the gates of heaven.

‘JACKAL…JACKAL…JACKAL…’

Jackal: Now, enough of that has-been, he’ll be back soon anyway wheeling his sorry ass down here making up rules and regulations. I want to talk about the main reason I’m out here tonight. On Overdrive two weeks ago, I heard Alan Fiscus-

Jackal is now cut off by the fans who boo violently for Alan Fiscus, even louder than the boo they made for the CZW President. Jackal carries on.

Jackal: Alan was out here making a few remarks about the Jackal. He spoke as though he knew all about me. Not even my psychiatrist knows all about me, so he really better study a little better.

Waters: Boy, imagine being the Jackal’s psychiatrist, you’d get so much work off him you wouldn’t need any other patients.

Jackal: Alan, you have gotten things a little wrong. I don’t believe myself to be a killer, to be a murderer. Now where exactly would be the fun in that? I take pleasure from hurting others, to hear a man scream in pain is like getting a Christmas bonus. Just like I’m going to do to Jesse Montana in the weeks, months to come, I pride myself in the torture of others. I made a mistake in knocking Montana out unconscious before breaking his limb, but I still enjoyed doing it. To kill a person is something I have never stated I do, I like to keep people awake…alive when I make them bleed, or I prize a bone from it’s tissues and tendons. It’s more fun that way Fiscus, and Alan, that is exactly what I will do to you.

Masters: This man is a monster. A bloody monster.

Daniels: He’s just passionate, William.

Jackal: You put yourself on a higher platter to everyone else in the company, everyone watching these shows. You believe yourself to be of higher intelligence, and higher talent. Now like I have always stated, as much as I dislike you for your attitude, I admire our wrestling abilities, and I respect you. But never put yourself on a higher platter when there is someone like the Jackal climbing below you. Jesse Montana had screwed me out of numerous World Title shots, and you know the main reason he did that? He was afraid, he was afraid that the Jackal could take everything he had earned away from him. Are you afraid, Alan?

Karl walks closer to the ropes as the camera lens zooms in on his face, Karl now gritting his teeth like he was in pain or something.

Jackal: Well, Alan…you should be. You see, I’ve not come this far to lose out now. I’ve gotten rid of my long term nemesis, the thorn in my side, the cancer of this federation, and now I turn my attentions to you. I will eventually eradicate all the infections from CZW…and become the World Heavyweight Champion.

Daniels: It could very well happen, this June at Summer Showdown.

Masters: Not if Montana fires him first.

Jackal: I expect there will be pain for both of use during that match, and that is exactly what be both want really. Cage Stryker is a great athlete, but we both know he isn’t the Jackal. I wouldn’t need a stretcher match for me to hurt you so bad, you won’t be walking. All I need is one opportunity to fight you Alan, and now I have it. Me and Ace King-

‘ACE KING…ACE KING…ACE KING…’

Jackal: Yeah me and Ace King have had our differences in the past, and if you need proof of how vicious I can be inside this ring, all you need to do is ask him. He was the first winner of the Tower of Power, and the second, and both times he went on to become World Heavyweight Champion. I’m going to let the tradition live, and I’m going to do what I have wanted to do ever since I became a Professional Wrestler, and that is become a World Champion. I’ve known I have always been good enough to stand at the top of the mountain, coming back from injuries others would be paralyzed from, coming back from personal issues, others would have quit from. True, I’m not the same Karl Jackson that came into CZW nearly two years ago…no…I’m better. I’m the Most Dangerous Man. I’m a freaking lunatic. People made me this way, Alan, but only I will make myself Champion.

Karl Jackson looks deeply into the camera as the fans begin to chant his name again, feeling the fire from his persona, feeling the passion in his words. As they quiet down again, Karl makes his final sentence, before slamming down the mic and exiting the ring.

Jackal: I will have been here in CZW Two Years exactly at Summer Showdown, and I WILL line that anniversary with Gold!

Daniels: Passionate words from the Jackal, who in just a few weeks time will get his shot at the World Heavyweight Title, something he has waited for since his arrival here two years ago.

Masters: This is not fair, Jarred. You attack the boss and you get rewarded in this business for doing so?! Maybe I should start beating the bloody hell out of you, Jarred, and maybe then I will get my own commentators desk.

Waters: Oh…you don’t need to do that, Willie. All you need to do is go and visit Montana, make him feel better with your warm hands and you will get whatever you want.

Masters: Disgraceful, Mr. Montana, a hero within this company is sitting in hospital, after being mutilated by this beast, and all you can do is sit here and talk nonsense about him. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Shawn.

Waters: I wish I were, Willie, yet, I just feel so damn good about it.

Daniels: Karl Jackson is free of Montana, and most likely free of TNG and their attempts to injure him. Now he is free to get the opportunity he deserves…

Masters: You really think he is free? You really think it is over? Jesse Montana will not stand for this, and neither will TNG.

Waters: I doubt Montana will STAND for much now actually.

Masters: You BLOODY ignoramus.

Daniels: Up next folks, we’ll be back to in-ring action, coming after this short break. Don’t go anywhere.

***
-=- THE BA/YA WAR RAGES ON! -=-
Chris Tolwar (w/ Mike King) vs. Johnny Kerosene (w/ Mike Monroe)
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Daniels: This next match is another chapter in the epic Beautiful Agony vs. Youthful Aggression feud!

Waters: This time, it’s the least experienced members of each stable facing off! Johnny Kerosene...CZW’s own rockstar and one half of the Global Tag Team champions will go toe-to-toe with Mike King’s intern...’Top Gun’ Chris Tolwar!

Masters: Wow Shawn...you sound like you’d make a great ring girl...looks like Jessica Towers is out of a job.

Waters: Just coz you’d like to see me out there wearing almost nothing...

Masters: Shawn...we’ve seen that...and it isn’t a pretty sight...

Waters: Yeah...doesn’t surprise me...we all know you only have Can You Get It Up-Starts Volumes 1, 2 & 3 for Jesse Montana.

Daniels: Enough guys...that movie still haunts me...the less I hear about that the better.

Waters: But Daniels...your cameo in the original...simply amazing!

Daniels: SHAWN! I have a wife and kids!

Masters: Shawn...I hear his daughter is following in Daddy’s footsteps.

Daniels: WILLIAM!

Waters: Trust me, Bill...I know.

Shawn winks at the camera. Masters almost wets himself with laughter as Daniels sits in silence, disbelief all over his face...

Waters: Anyway...this match is set to start, so let’s pass it over to the lovely Jessica Towers...

Masters: Who is looking mighty fine tonight, might I add.

Waters: Please Masters...save the compliments for someone you actually have a chance with...oh wait...

Before Masters can make a rebuttal, Towers start talking.

Towers: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, from San Jose, California...he is representing Youthful Aggression...CHRIS TOLWAR!!!

‘You’re the Best Around’ by Joe Esposito hits. Tolwar makes his way to ring, ready for action.

Towers: And his opponent, from Bristol, England...he is representing Beautiful Agony...one half of the CZW Global Tag Team champions...JOHNNY KEROSENE!!!

‘Johnny B. Goode’ by Judas Priest blares throughout the arena. Johnny walks out onto the stage, keytar in hand. He shreds the riff of the song on the keytar before running to the ring. He slides into the ring, under the legs of Tolwar. This catches Tolwar by surprise and allows Johnny to roll him up!

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Waters: Wow! Johnny starts this one off quickly!

Johnny runs at the ropes and bounces back, nailing a flying forearm. He waits for Tolwar the get to his knees before connecting with a dropkick to the side of the head. He jumps to the top rope. Tolwar climbs to his feet, and quickly leaps forward onto the ropes, knocking Johnny off balance. Johnny lands on the top turnbuckle, before flipping off onto the mat. Tolwar instantly takes advantage and begins stomping the limbs of Kerosene.

Masters: Tolwar is looking ferocious here!

Tolwar picks Kerosene up and lands a punch to the side of the face. He follows up with a suplex. Tolwar covers.

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Daniels: You’ll need to do more than that.

Tolwar stands up and allows Johnny to get back to his feet. He kicks Johnny in the gut and nails the Weekend at Bernie’s.

Waters: Weekend at Bernie’s...seriously?

Daniels: What...it’s a great movie...

Waters: No doubt, no doubt...but naming a move after it...what’s next...the Pretty in Pink?

Daniels: Actually Shawn...

Tolwar lifts Johnny to his feet grins at Shawn.

Masters: I think he overheard you, Shawn.

Tolwar lifts Johnny up and connects with the Pretty in Pink!

Waters: Dear god...all this kid needs is Molly Ringwald as a valet and he is set...

Tolwar covers.

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Tolwar cannot believe it! He stands up and argues with the ref. As Kerosene gets to one knee, Chris drives his knee into the side of Kerosene’s head. He yells and begins stomping Johnny. He then starts locking in...St Anger?

Masters: Tolwar is learning from his master, Mike King with this move...

Waters: Too bad it didn’t work out...just like the Metallica album of the same name...

Kerosene escape the hold before Tolwar can lock it in. He rolls to the outside as Chris stands up. Tolwar leans over the top rope and grabs Johnny by the hair. Johnny has different plans however, smashing the keytar over the head of Tolwar. Chris staggers back as Johnny takes advantage of the situation. He leaps onto the rope then launches off the top rope, connecting with a tornado DDT. He stands up and lands a standing moonsault before running to the corner and leaping to the top. He grins as Tolwar stands up. Johnny launches and spins in the air!

Waters: A Beautiful corkscrew moonsault there! Johnny is now pinning Tolwar...

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Masters: Wait! Tolwar got his foot on the bottom rope! Johnny stands up, thinking he has won. He begins celebrating, the ref informing him that the match will continue. Johnny turns around in disbelief. He walks over to the still Tolwar and goes to pick him up. Tolwar was playing possum however and rolls him up!!!

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Waters: He did it! Johnny got caught there...

Daniels: Sneaky...but smart...

Masters: This kid is going to make waves in this federation...and yet another Beautiful Agony loser fails!

Waters: Uhm...I don’t see any of the Youthless Aggression guys holding titles!

Daniels: What about Kirkland and the Ultraviolent title...

Waters: That’s an actual title? I thought it was just something Kirkland took out of a garbage can!

Daniels: In any case...this massive feud just keeps getting bigger!

Waters: But not quite as big as the turmoil involving former friends Jacob Havok and Mike Monroe. As we’ve seen, Jacob Havok has made it his goal to destroy Mike Monroe...

Masters: Havok is a crazy son of a bitch...but it was the change he needed. He is much better off as this new, dark, non-wussy Havok.

Waters: Last week, Havok finally got the match he wanted against Mike Monroe...however...Mike refused to fight, which really pissed Havok off...he even tried to kill Mike Monroe! What else will he do to try and get to Monroe? Backstage, Jenny Jacobs is going to try and find out how...

Masters: Haha...oh this’ll be good...

The scene cuts to backstage, where Jenny Jacobs is standing, looking uncomfortable.

Jacobs: I’m...uh...standing here outside of...of...of Jacob Havok’s locker room, trying to get an interview with him...

The locker room door opens and Havok walks out. Jacobs takes a step back, obviously still remembering Havok’s obsession with her two years ago. Havok looks her up and down. He opens the locker room door and yells out. Havok: Lauren...we have a skank infestation...

He shuts the door and smiles sinisterly. He steps away from the door.

Havok: Oh Jenny...you’ve picked a really bad day to try and talk to me...

Jacobs: Well...whe...when is it a good day?

Havok: On a day that doesn’t end in ‘Y’.

Havok laughs to himself. Jenny goes to run away, but Havok grabs her by the arm and pulls her closer.

Havok: Why are you running...are you scared of me or something? I normally don’t like to associate with the likes of you...but seeing as you are already here...I might as well use you...

Jenny gulps.

Jacobs: Havok...don’t make me blow my rape whistle...there are plenty of guys back here who’d love to save me...

Havok: Ewww...I wouldn’t go anywhere near you...not anymore...

Jenny struggles, but Havok has a firm hold on her wrist.

Havok: So...I assume you had a few questions for me?

Jacobs: *gulps* Uh...yeah...uh...last week...Mike Monroe once again refused to figh---ARRRGH!

Havok tightens his grip on her wrist at the mention of Monroe’s name.

Jacobs: Please Jake...let me go! I won’t bother you again!

Havok: I’m sorry...but it’s not your lucky day...now...this time...questions that don’t involve...him!

Jacobs: Uh...okay...uh...tonight you face Kimo Newton...how have you prepared for this match?

Havok: Haha...Kimo Newton...that drunken fool? He’s a cakewalk! I laugh at his pathetic little show the other day...I LOVE how he delved into my past and found a few matches where I was unsuccessful...it’s not like they are hard to find...but those are in the past...clearly he is too drunk to realise those matches were well over a year ago! I’m just going to go out there tonight and do what I’ve been doing for the past month...

Jacobs: Okay...and I’m sure you can win...unfortunately...I don’t really have any more questions that don’t involve Mi---him...

Havok: So you are done?

Jacobs: Mhmm...can you let me go now...

Havok: Unfortunately...I cannot...LAUREN!

Lauren Caramazzi walks out of the locker room. Jenny looks over in fright, noticing the hair shearer in her hand. Jacob grabs her other arm and locks her in a full nelson hold. Lauren smiles evilly as she begins shearing Jenny’s hair. Jenny screams as she slowly becomes bald...

Waters: Uh...wow...

Masters: NO!! Jenny’s beautiful hair!

Lauren turns the shearers off and laughs sinisterly. She grabs a handheld mirror and hold it up in front of Jenny’s face, which is obscured by Lauren. We hear a deafening scream as the camera pans to the left, showing a hairless Jenny Jacobs crying. Lauren delivers a fierce slap to the interviewer as Havok lets her go. She slumps to the ground sobbing.

Lauren: We said we were going to use you Jenny...this is just a demonstration of what other skanks can expect if they cross us!

Lauren and Jacob laugh as the hold hands and return to their locker room, Jenny Jacobs gathering up her hair, trying to put it back on her head. The camera returns to ringside.

Masters: How dare he handle a lady like that!

Waters: Oh please...she stopped being a lady once Matt Covey had his way with her...

Masters: Havok is evil! That’s one less piece of eye candy in CZW!

Daniels: What...bald women can’t be attractive?

Masters: See...you know what I’m talking about!

Waters: What about Lauren...she’s the one who actually shaved Jenny’s hair? I don’t hear you chastising her!

Masters: She has boobs...what can I say...

Waters: And what a lovely set they are...but it doesn’t mean she isn’t as sinister as Havok is...

Masters: ... Daniels: Moving on...up next it what we expect to be a bloodbath...Buzzsaw will fight the match of his career as he goes one on one with the 2010 Tower of Power winner Karl Jackson. It’s going to be insane!

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-=- BATTLE OF THE BLOODTHIRSTY! -=-
-Hardcore Streetfight-
"The Hardcore Icon" Buzzsaw vs Karl "the Jackal" Jackson
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TOWERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time to get hardcore!"

The crowd pops

TOWERS: "Introducing first --"

"Sonne" by Rammstein begins to play, as Towers is confused.

MASTERS: "What the hell?"

Covey comes out for his second appearance, and makes a beeline for the commentary booth. He grabs up a fourth headset, and sits beside Daniels.

COVEY: "Hello again, boys."

DANIELS: "Hey Covey, here to give your thoughts on the match eh?"

COVEY: "Oh yeah! You can't have hardcore in CZW without me being a part of it somehow, you know this."

MASTERS: "Whatever..."

COVEY: "Stifle yourself, William. Let's get this show on the road!"

WATERS: "Agreed."

Towers recollects herself as the music stops.

TOWERS: "Introducing first... hailing from Akron, Ohio... The Hardcore Icon... BUZZSAW!!"

"Dead Bodies Everywhere" begins to play as the crowd cheers. Out walks Buzzsaw on the entrance ramp, with his garbage can full of weapons. He stands there and poses for a moment, in his normal wrestling gear, before he walks down to the ring and throws the can in.

TOWERS: "And his opponent... hailing from Orlando, Florida... Karl Jackson... THE JACKAL!!"

The crowd continues to cheer as "Path" by Apocalyptica begins to play. Out walks Karl in his traditional American gear. He looks focused as he poses and a small fireworks display goes off. He storms down to the ring, ignoring fans, and slides in.

DANIELS: "Well, we're under way for what should be a hell of a bout. Hardcore Street Fight? With THESE two lunatics? Holy moly."

COVEY: "I know the Jackal all too well, and even if he doesn't look like it, he is as hardcore as anyone I've seen in my days."

WATERS: "Yeah, this is going to be a great match up. Hope you like blood!"

MASTERS: "Well, they both look at each other and nod with respect... an empty gesture, because they're gonna be tearing into each in mere seconds."

DANIELS: "And there's the bell! They begin circling each other, Karl eyes the can full of weapons. What's this? Buzzsaw stops circling. He points to Karl, then points to the can, then points to the crowd..."

BUZZSAW: "WHO WANTS TO GET HARDCORE!?"

The crowd pops.

WATERS: "Well it looks like Buzzsaw is saying to Karl to get a weapon and let's have a dual... Karl obliges, cautiously, and gets out the hockey stick... and Buzzsaw gets out his trusted singapore cane!"

COVEY: "Oh, this is gonna be good."

MASTERS: "Why are you out here again, Covey? What is this Bad Ass invitational business?"

COVEY: "What, you didn't pay attention earlier, Masters? I explained it all fairly well."

MASTERS: "Nope, sorry."

COVEY: "Your loss then, jackass."

DANIELS: "Ahem, Both men are preparing to clash, each with their weapon wielded. They go to strike!"

* SMACK! *

WATERS: "The weapons clash, and no damage done..."

* SMACK! *

MASTERS: "Again!"

DANIELS: "But Buzzsaw sees an opportunity and kicks Jackal in the gut!"

* SMASH! "

COVEY: "Buzzsaw smacks Karl right in the head with that stick! I love it!"

DANIELS: "Jackal stumbles back and turns around, holding onto the ropes..."

* SMACK! *

WATERS: "And Buzzsaw delivers a painful shot to his back. Jackal falls to one knee."

* CRACK! "

COVEY: "Another shot! I'm liking this Buzzsaw dude, he could be the dark horse in the Invitational."

DANIELS: "Now Buzzsaw picks up Karl, and with the assistance from that cane, He nails a vicious Russian legsweep! The first cover attempt!"

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MASTERS: "I'm surprised how well this Buzzsaw is handling the Jackal. Most men would already be beaten by now, that man's a maniac."

WATERS: "Buzzsaw is back up, and measures Karl up..."

* CRACK! "

COVEY: "Damn, ANOTHER cane shot! The Jackal is bleeding from forehead after that one. Nice."

DANIELS: "Karl is dazed, I don't think he was expecting this much from Buzzsaw right off. Quite an interesting match this is, actually."

MASTERS: "Eh, I've seen better. I don't really like either one of these fools."

COVEY: "Well, NO ONE likes you, so I'm sure the feeling is mutual."

WATERS: "The Jackal is getting hot, however, look. He's back up and telling Buzzsaw to hit him again! That blood must be making Karl immune to pain!"

* CRACK! *

DANIELS: "Well, Buzzsaw quickly obliges, causing Karl to fall down to one knee, but he's amped up. He tells Buzzsaw to hit him again! Insanity."

COVEY: "Karl has always had a high threshold for pain, something I've always respected about him."

MASTERS: "He's a psycho, there's no doubt about that."

WATERS: "Buzzsaw goes to crack him in the head again, but in mid-motion, Karl springs up and tackles him with an old style wrestling grapple."

DANIELS: "Such a contrast in styles here. Buzzsaw is trying his best to block them, but Karl delivers a series of stiff forearms to his head and leaves him a little dazed. Karl picks him up and kicks him in the gut. Gutwrench suplex. Karl's face is covered in blood now."

COVEY: "And knowing The Jackal, that's only going to further his intensity."

WATERS: "Karl goes to the can and gets out... a stapler!?"

MASTERS: "Vintage El Pablo!"

COVEY: "Ha! He takes the stapler to Buzzsaw's head... and staples it! Buzzsaw flops around like a fish! Is this McDonalds? Because I'm lovin' it!"

DANIELS: "Karl has a sick smile on his face as Buzzsaw is now bleeding from that attack. He drops the stapler, and picks Buzzsaw back up... and throws him right over the top rope and onto the floor. He follows quickly, and picks Buzzsaw back up... a short series of chops... an irish whip!"

* CLANK! *

MASTERS: "And Buzzsaw is thrown hard into the guardrail. Listen to these idiots..."

CROWD: "CZW! CZW! CZW!"

COVEY: "They know quality when they see it, Masters, which is why they boo your ass every time you come out to commentate. Buzzsaw is in a lot of pain, and Karl Jackson is focused. He delivers a few deliberate punches to Buzzsaw's head, right where he's cut, making the blood gush out that much quicker."

WATERS: "Look at this, a fan hands Karl a frying pan!"

* BANG! *

DANIELS: "And he happily puts it to good use. Buzzsaw is dazed, and both men have blood all over their faces. Karl looks to irish whip him into the guardrail again. The execution..."

COVEY: "The reversal!"

* CRASH! *

MASTERS: "OH OH.. The Jackal crashed so hard into the guardrail, it toppled over! This is finally getting interesting."

COVEY: "Well, Buzzsaw is following him right into this hot Hawaiian crowd. I like this guy."

DANIELS: "Is he your pick for the Bad Ass invitational?"

COVEY: "Whoa, whoa.. I just said I like the guy. I like Sarah Palin's ass too, doesn't mean I want her to run this country."

DANIELS: "Point taken. Buzzsaw is taking charge, pummeling Karl with right fists. Security is doing its best to make sure they have room. Buzzsaw picks him up.... damn, a bodyslam, and right onto the concrete floor! Karl is howling in agony."

MASTERS: "And the sick bastard is probably loving it."

WATERS: "Buzzsaw picks him back up and begins dragging him back to ringside."

* CLANK! "

DANIELS: "Buzzsaw just slammed Karl's head into the ringpost! Buzzsaw may very well get the upset win here, and what a win it would be over the #1 contender to the World title! He throws Karl back into the ring..."

WATERS: "What's this!?"

MASTERS: "KIRKLAND!"

* THWACK! *

DANIELS: "Kirkland just ran down and blindsided Buzzsaw with a steel chair! I don't think Brian took too kindly to what happened earlier!"

COVEY: "It's a shame, because this was turning out to be an awesome match. Damn that BK. And Kirkland too!"

WATERS: "The crowd is booing as Brian is admiring his work. Buzzsaw is plain OUT. He didn't see that coming in the slightest bit."

MASTERS: "I love it. Kirkland drops the chair and picks Buzzsaw back up... DDT ONTO THE FLOOR! Just a little icing to put on top of that bloody cake!"

WATERS: "Now he slides Buzzsaw back into the ring... Karl is still out, however. Of course the ref can't do anything.. it's a street fight!"

DANIELS: "..."

COVEY: "Kirkland crawls into the ring and drag Karl on top of Buzzsaw. He's telling the ref to count. Is this lame? Definitely."

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DANIELS: "Well, The Jackal wins this contest, but the crowd is pretty much silent. Kirkland has ruined this match and Karl doesn't even know he's won it yet. Look at that arrogant jerk, as he goes back up the ramp. Damn you Kirkland!"

MASTERS: "What's with all this commotion..?"

COVEY: "Look, in the crowd... damn, as if one asshole wasn't enough!"

DANIELS: "It's Fiscus! He jumps over the guardrail, and slides into the ring behind Karl. He's taking that World title and wielding it as a weapon!"

COVEY: "Well I can't say I couldn't see this coming... you heard what Jackal said earlier, and if there's anyone who won't take his special way of challenging a man's manhood, it's Fiscus."

WATERS: "Karl is now up to his feet, looking up at Kirkland whose smile is even wider. Buzzsaw is motionless. Kirkland points to behind Karl, and just as he turns around..."

* THAAANK! *

COVEY: "Laid right back out courtesy of a title shot to the head. That's not the type of title shot Jackson had in mind, I'm sure of it."

DANIELS: "Disgusting. Alan licks Karl's blood off of the title and smiles down at him. The crowd is totally hating this interference from first Kirkland and then Alan. What the hell is this, WCW?"

MASTERS: "You wish, then you'd be getting paid more."

WATERS: "Well, I'm just as sickened as the crowd. Let's cut to a quick commercial break."

As we come back from a break, flashing lights dance over the screen with a semi-familiar announcer-type voice chiming in, the words being spoken also being displayed in flamboyant font as they are spoken.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!

WELCOME

TO

RATED “E” FOR “ENTERTAINMENT!”

With your hosts: Eddie Rowan and Brian Blaze!”

Eddie and Brian both stand before a very cheap looking backdrop of a night-time cityscape, complete with a full moon that is far too yellow.

Eddie: “Welcome to another episode of ‘Rated “E” for Entertainment’ in what is, so far, a bi-annually production. We’re thinking about increasing the frequency but we’ll just wait and see what happens, hm? Well, by now, you’ve all heard that yours truly is heading into competition for a shot at the Intercontinental championship held by my good buddy, Maynard O’Toole! I just wanted to be the first to get my shots in and weigh in on the topic, and let everyone at home know that the Rated ‘E’ Superstar is aiming for the gold once again and I don’t care which member of the KKK I have to fight to get there-“

Blaze interrupts Eddie, tipping his sunglasses back off his eyes to fully display his perplexed expression.

Blaze: “Uh..did you just say ‘KKK?”

Eddie ponders and then tugs at the neck of his t-shirt, an awkward expression on his face now.

Eddie: “Yeah…Kash, Kaelin, King…in retrospect that was probably not the best choice of words. But either way, I’m going to be fighting my way through all of…those guys, and then I’ll be challenging for one of the most prestigious titles in CZW, the Intercontinental Championship! You see, thanks to my BUDDY here, I no longer have the bling around my waist...BUT THAT’S FINE! It was a good match, but the better team took advantage of a distraction and got the win. There are NO hard feelings at ALL!”

Blaze nods in agreement, completely oblivious to the sarcasm. He slaps his partner on the shoulder and directs his attention full-on to the camera.

Blaze: “That is RIGHT, my man! There are no hard feelings whatsoever! Beautiful Agony is fully united and determined to be the dominant force in CZW!”

As Blaze continues to talk, Eddie produces a small revolver from his pocket, glaring at Blaze and mumbling to himself, a slightly crazed expression on his face. Meanwhile, Blaze produces his tag-team championship belt.

Blaze: “This belt…this belt right here used to be my good buddy Eddie’s, but NOW it is mine, and I am determined to wear this belt as proudly as Eddie did for the one title defense he had before Johnny and I won the titles!”

With a crazed look, Eddie aims the pistol at Blaze, but Spencer Pierce quickly emerges from off-screen, grabbing the revolver and struggling with Eddie for a second before finally disarming him and hurrying off-screen just as suddenly. Blaze turns to Eddie who, in an instant, drops the crazed expression and nods to his partner, the two exchanging a high-five.

Blaze: “And before long, Eddie will be sporting Intercontinental gold, making Beautiful Agony ONCE AGAIN, not only the sleaziest stable around, but also the shiniest. And if you ain’t DOWN with that, then we’ve got ONE word for you!”

Eddie drapes his arm over Blaze’s shoulder as they both flash reverse-peace signs.

Eddie: “Bouche.”

Announcer: “This presentation has been rated ‘IC’ for ‘INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!”

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-=- MAIN EVENT COUNTERPARTS BATTLE! -=-
Alex Kaelin vs "Psycho" Sam Attic
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(SORRY THAT THIS MATCH HAD TO BE SUMMARIZED)

In a very good match up, Alex Kaelin and Sam Attic put on a hell of a match. They went back and forth for almost 10 minutes before Alex countered the Terror Ride by sliding off of Sam's back and nailing him with his roaring elbow, the Fade to Black, to the back of his head. Alex got the three count, being the first man ever to officially defeat Alan's brother one on one. From the looks of it, this little rivalry will not end as Sam attacked Alex from behind after the match, nailing the Terror Ride twice and leaving him laying in the ring.

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-=- UNEASY ALLIANCE! -=-
Godzilla Sawyer & Tim Timmons vs. Brian Blaze & McNally
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Towers: “The following tag-team match is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first…”

“Simple Survival” by Mushroomhead plays, and the fans cheer loudly as Brian Blaze heads down the ramp, tag-team title belt around his waist. All of the cheers are likely directed at him as his partner McNally follows him down to the ring.

Towers: “Representing Beautiful Agony, ‘Mr. Entertainment,’ Brian Blaze, and ‘the Ripper,’ McNally!!”

Blaze continues to steal the spotlight with his in-ring posturing while McNally merely leans in a corner. “Wanted Man” plays and the fans boo loudly at the arrival of Tim Timmons.

Towers: “And their opponents, introducing first, he is the ‘King of Chaos’ TIM TIMMONS!”

Timmons heads to ringside with his X Division belt around his waist. Tim heads into the ring and poses a bit as the Godzilla Theme plays, eliciting a positive reaction from the fans.

Towers: “And his partner, ‘the Kaiju Warrior’ GODZILLA SAWYER!!”

Sawyer strides to ringside with straight-faced determination and a singular focus in his eyes. Godzilla ascends the steps and, pausing for a moment, salutes his cheering fans.

*BOOT!!*

Daniels: “McNally!! McNally just charged across and took Sawyer off the ring apron with a bicycle kick before the match even started!! Blaze is yelling at his partner but Timmons strikes back, diving shoulder first into the back of McNally’s leg with a chop-block! Reluctantly, Blaze heads to his corner, shaking his head.”

*Ding-ding-ding!*

Waters: “It’s clear that Blaze didn’t want things to start off this way.”

Masters: “Because he’s a fool! McNally may be the smartest man in this match!”

Daniels: “Timmons continuing to work on the leg of McNally, but the big man is slowly regaining a vertical base. Timmons off the rope goes for a clothesline, but runs face-first into McNally’s massive boot!”

Waters: “He kicked him with his good foot there, you could see him staggering after delivering the shot. McNally limping just a little as he tags in Brian Blaze.”

Daniels: “Blaze sizing up his cousin as Tim gets to his feet…running swinging neckbreaker! It’s important to note that Sawyer is still down at ringside. You can see here on the replay as McNally COMPLETELY ambushed Godzilla with that bicycle kick, Sawyer actually crashed HARD into the guard-rail as he fell. He is stirring which is a good sign.”

Masters: “Yeah, it means McNally hasn’t killed him. Yet.”

Waters: “Blaze picks Timmons up now and lifting him up into a vertical suplex…and….and….and finally drops Tim back! Blaze floats over for the cover!”

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Daniels: “Timmons isn’t done yet. Blaze lifts him up again, whipping him into the ropes. Tim ducks a clothesline and rebounds off the far side. SUPERKICK by Blaze, caught by Timmons!! HUGE clothesline!! He turned Blaze inside out with that one!!”

Masters: “Tim showing just one of the MANY reasons he was able to beat Blaze for the X Division championship right there. Tim now lifting Blaze up and racking him on his shoulders…look at that torture rack by Timmons! Blaze will submit in seconds, I guarantee it!”

Waters: “Timmons drops Blaze as McNally steps between the ropes, ready to face the monster, but McNally slowly retreats back to the apron with the hold broken. Tim picks Blaze back up, keeping one eye on McNally in the corner, and whips ‘Mr. Entertainment’ into the ropes…snap-powerslam for the cover!!”

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Daniels: “Timmons now stalking Blaze, waiting for the tag-champ to get to his feet...OH!! McNally blindsides him with a running clothesline from the apron!! The fans are split in their reaction on that one! They don’t like Tim, but they’re not fond of McNally, either!”

Waters: “Moot at this point…Blaze crawls to his corner and McNally screams at him for the tag and there it is! McNally is in and here comes the hurt!”

Daniels: “BIG running knee-lift from McNally there! Now the big man stomping away at Tim in relentless fashion! McNally pulls Tim to his feet and hips him into the ropes…he scoops Tim up with a side slam…lifting him all the way onto his shoulder…and WHIPS him down hard, back-first over his knee! What a backbreaker!!”

Masters: “WHAT IS THAT FOOL DOING!!?!”

Waters: “SAWYER!! FLYING SHOULDER-BLOCK FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! He landed that shot squarely to McNally’s back, and the big man crashed hard to the mat and rolled all the way to the outside!!”

Daniels: “Sawyer up to his knees, holding the back of his head for a second, now rolling to the outside after McNally! He grabs the big man and whips him HARD into the steel steps, dislodging them from the side of the ring!!”

Waters: “Blaze runs along the apron and leaps onto Sawyer’s back, but Godzilla whips him over and onto the floor!! Sawyer now with the ground-and-pound, knocking Brian Blaze senseless!!”

Masters: “Something’s really got under Sawyer’s skin!”

Daniels: “I’m inclined to agree with you! Sawyer now back up, grabbing McNally and slamming him head-first into the ring apron, then rolling him into the ring to a waiting Tim Timmons. Tim lifts McNally up and hits the far ropes…SPEAR!! Big spear from Timmons, and there’s the cover!”

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Waters: “McNally barely able to power out of that pin attempt. Tim now tags in Sawyer who pulls McNally to his feet, moving behind him…ATOMIC DROP SLAM!! Sawyer with the cover!”

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Waters: “Timmons back in now but Blaze counters with a hip-toss! Sawyer is back up but Blaze with a kick to the gut! A kick to the face as he doubles over…SUPERKICK!!”

Masters: “MONEY SHOT!!”

Daniels: “McNally is back up and Blaze picks up Timmons, holding his arms behind his back! McNally off the ropes…BICYCLE KICK!!”

Masters: “TIMMONS MOVES AND BLAZE EATS THE FOOT!!”

Daniels: “McNally just accidentally killed his partner there!! Tim with a low blow on McNally!! Sawyer is back over and he flings McNally into the corner, ascending now for what looks like it might be the Atomic DDT!! Sawyer beckons Timmons!! Tim up into the corner, too…DOUBLE ATOMIC DDT!!!”

Waters: This one is done! It HAS to be! Tim with the cover!!”

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*DING-DING-DING!*

Towers: “Here are your winners, the team of Godzilla Sawyer and Tim Timmons!!”

Tim and Sawyer eye eachother as the referee raises their arms, the duo receiving a mixed reaction from the fans. We head to a break as the camera focuses on the victors, standing tall with their arms raised.

Brian Blaze and McNally are still in the ring after his match when all of a sudden the lights go out. Then that mysterious voice is heard.

Voice: BRIAN! YOU HAVE DONE WELL THUS FAR FACING THE ELEMENTS HOWEVER THE X DIVISION IS STILL MAD AT YOU! YOU STILL HAVE TWO ELEMENTS LEFT TO FACE BRING THE GLASS AND FIRE!

Then the lights turn back on as the masked man is standing behind Brian Blaze.

Masters: Here’s this masked guy I like so much. Why do I like him? Because he hurts Sleaze.

Daniels: The masked man turns Brian around and Brian nails him with a huge right. He nails him with another and another the masked man is reeling. Brian then goes over towards the edge of the ring and looks out what is that?

Waters: That would be a Glass Table. Brian is now on the outside of the ring ledge taking a look at the Glass Table and look at this.

Masters: The masked man jumps to the top rope and tip toes across and nails Brian with a dropkick sending him crashing through the glass table.

Daniels: Was that the Five Star Express?

Waters: It was a dropkick ya idiot. Now look at this. He has a lighter and is that a 2X4?

Masters: It sure as hell. He is trying to light the edge of it on fire but it doesn’t appear to be working for him. Wait he’s reaching for something, there, lighter fluid. That ought to set that sucker on fire.

Daniels: Wait, look at this. Brian Blaze is somehow back to his feet. He slides in the ring and sneaks up being the masked man. He hits him with a low blow and lifts him up.

Waters: BURNING FIRE CROTCH!

Masters: Look at Brian’s back covered in blood and glass shards that has go to hurt.

Daniels: More Importantly Brian has his assailant out cold in the middle of the ring. Brian grabs the mask he looks to the fans as that cheer. UNMASK HIM!

Masters: Yes, I wanna see who’s trying to mop up the sleaze.

Waters: Here we go as Brian takes off the mask and it’s……Richard Nixon?

Masters: Wait, isn’t he dead?

Daniels: Yes moron it’s obviously another mask.

Masters: Of course, I knew that. Here he goes he’s taking off the Nixon mask and…..

Waters: NO WAY!

Daniels: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

Masters: EL PABLO IS HIS ASSAILANT! HA HA HA HA HA! THAT’S AWESOME!

Daniels: Brian is as shocked as we are as are the people in attendance. Look at the expression on these peoples faces.

Waters: Brian is asking for a Microphone let’s hear what he has to say.

Brian: ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!? ARE YOU GOD DAMN SERIOUS!?!? Here I am having just been put through hell for the last month and it was courtesy of the Five Star Jackass El Pablo! I mean I understand you being a pioneer of the X Division however it makes absolutely no sense. You have been the one attacking me!

Brian then drops the microphone as he picks up the lifeless El Pablo and hits him with This Is What I Did To Your Mother Last Night. He then picks him up again and hits him with the Blaze of Glory. He then picks him up one more time and brings him to the corner. He puts him into the corner as the turnbuckles keeping him up and he goes to the far side of the ring. Brian then charges with a head full of steam and hits him with the Blazing Arrow. Some people are Booing some people are Cheering and some still have no idea what to make of this. Brian then picks up the microphone.

Brian: You know what. Next Overdrive. You are going to explain to me, the CZW Locker room and EVERY ONE OF THESE CZW FANS! Why you did this El Pablo. I will see you in this ring in two weeks. You better not make me find you.

Let Me Entertain You begins to play as Brian drops the microphone. He gingerly walks out of the ring his back still banged up and bloodied form the Glass Table

Daniels: What a shocking Turn of events. The man attacking Brian this whole time was arguably the biggest fan favorite in CZW history El Pablo.

Masters: This is Awesome.

Waters: There’s still more to come too! What an Overdrive!

***
-=- HOMETOWN HERO VS. MISUNDERSTOOD ENIGMA! -=-
"The Hoodlum from Honolulu" Kimo Newton vs. Jacob Havok
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The crowd boo as "Sorry, You're Not a Winner" hits over the PA.

Towers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, The Challenger. From the streets of Washington, DC, Weighing 172lbs... The "Former Emo Prince," Jacob Havok!

The crowd erupts will boos as Havok appears on the stage. He staggers on the entrance ramp scaring kigs before walking down the ring. Looking into a camera, he presses his knuckles together so that the world can read

"Death 2 MM"

Daniels: Well, that is a message to his former tag partner Mike Monroe.

Masters: For those of you who don't know, Jacob Havok blames his disfigurement since to Mike Monroe.

Hartwell enters the ring and takes a sip from his water bottle before pouring the rest of the contents over his hair and brushes it back as the lights drop. The music suddenly changes to "My Hood" and red and white lights dance across the arena.

Towers: "And his opponent... weighing 190lbs... Hawaii's own, Kimo Newton!"

Kimo Newton emerges to a chorus of cheers and taunts and the spotlights meet him like a magnet to metal before he begins his slow walk to the ring but with a purpose and taking in the cheers of the crowd.

Shawn: I may not agree with straight edge but Mike King was right about Kimo Newton, I see a lot of a young Mike King in him.

Masters: Are you kidding me? You mean to say that Kimo is in the same league as Mike King? Kimo can't even touch Mike's jock let alone hold it.

Kimo enters the ring and poses for the crowd.

Daniels: Whatever the case may be, Kimo Newton is ready and so is Jacob Havok.

They lock up, and struggle to gain advantage. Kimo finally gains the advantage and gets Havok in a German suplex position before Havok licks his fingers and uses them to get out of Kimo's grasp. Havok breaks the hold but not before getting a pele kick for his troubles. Kimo shouts, "What the f**k is wrong with you? You're a sick f**k!" The hometown crowd cheers for their obscenity shouting son.

Daniels: Language Kimo, Language.

Masters: We're sorry about Kimo's colorful language tonight. This is now the second time tonight our censors will be working when it comes to Kimo Newton's hometown show.

Waters: I don't agree with Kimo's wordage but he is right. Since his return, Jacob Havok is a sick freak. Mr. Kiljoy messed his head up.

Havok gets up but is greated by Kimo who gets him with a quick Arm Drag. Havok gets up to his feet, and Kimo grabs his arm but Havok counters with an Arm Drag of his own. They both get up, and Kimo rushes at Havok but he grabs Kimo in a headlock takedown. Kimo fights to get off his back and he does, but Havok still holds onto the side headlock. Kimo hits Havok with a few shot to the rib cage. Kimo now pushes Havok into the ropes. Havok springs off the ropes and Kimo drops him with a drop toe hold and already locks in a heel hook! Havok breaks the hold and scurries towards the bottom rope and grabs it as quickly as he can!

Daniels: It was almost over right there!

Masters: Yeah I know, I was about to cry! I want a good match!

Kimo stands up and Havok slowly gets back to his feet. They lock up again and Kimo snapmares him down to the mat and Kimo jumps and hits a standing dropkick to the back of the head of Havok! Havok rolls in pain on the canvas. Kimo drops an elbow and then goes for cover but Havok kicks out right at 2! Kimo stands Havok back up and kicks him in the mid section and sends Havok into the turnbuckle. With Havok against the turnbuckle, and Kimo Chops him. The crowd woos in approval.

Waters: Why do people "Woo" at chops? I always preferred the Japanese "Ahhhh," myself.

Kimo grabs Havok by the arm and brings him the middle of the ring and locks in a Headlock. Havok struggles as Kimo locks it in good. Havok goes to pull the hair but the referee is on top of it. Havok now tries to whip Kimo in the ropes but Kimo maintains hold and cranks the hold in deep. Havok finally recovers and waffles Kimo in the midsection with clubbing blows to the midsection. He follows it up by attempting a backdrop suplex, but Kimo maintains the hold in midair and takes Havok down with a headlock takeover.

Masters: Kimo is out countering Jacob thus far in the match.

While on his back Havok tries to bring himself closer to the ropes with his foot but Kimo lets go and clubs Havok with forearms to the forehead. He gets Havok up, and locks a Headlock again, and does another takedown but this time with the arm and locks it into an armbar. Havok tries to push Kimo's face away trying to make him loosen up his grip. He manages to slip his arm out, and waffles him in the back. They get up again, and Havok kicks Kimo in the stomach, and locks in an Arm Wrench. Kimo attempts a roll-up on the deranged superstar, but Havok grabs his leg and rolls him back. Kimo slaps his arm over and arm, then walks to the ropes and backflips but Havok sweeps the leg upon landing, knocking Kimo off his feet. Havok gets him up, and Irish whips him. Havok hits another Arm Drag and locks in a deep Armbar. Kimo squeezes his eyes in the pain as Havok drives his knee down his face. Kimo attempts to lock Havok's in a Headscissors, but he pulls his head away and changes the move into a Cross Arm Breaker.

Waters: Nice transition by Jacob Havok there.

Fight the pain, Kimo now uses this to his advantage and gets on his knees and punches Havok's open chest. Kimo punches it again making Havok let go of the hold. Kimo gets Havok up, He goes for a Snapmare but Havok rolls to his feet. Upon getting to his feet, Kimo kicks him in the stomach and attempts another Snapmare but Havok lands on his feet again. Kimo goes for a kick and again but Havok avoids and cashes in receipt with a kicks him in the gut to Kimo. Havok goes for the Downward Spiral but Kimo hits a series Back Elbow on the side of his head and ear. Kimo then hits a Snapmare, and locks in a Sleeper Hold, also grinding his knee to back of his spine. Havok tries to scoot his way to the ropes, but Kimo pulls his head back putting more preasure. Havok gets up and brings Havok back to the center of the ring and locks in a guillotine choke. Havok tries to reach for the ropes again but Kimo pulls him back with his legs. Havok gets his arm free, then gets to the ropes.

Daniels. Havok dodged a bullet there.

Kimo lets go. Havok gets up and rakes Kimo in the eyes. He then tries to lift Kimo up for a Powerbomb but he counters with a Hurricanrana. Kimo starts landing mounted punches on Havok. He gets up and Havok follows Kimo up. Kimo chops Havok and follows it up by hitting a Suplex. Then he runs to the ropes and comes back with a rolling thunder splash. He goes for the pin.

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Waters: Kimo is doing good tonight but he needs just to pick it up a little more. Jacob Havok is no push over.

Masters: No Shawn, he has to work a lot harder. Jacob Havok is a former WIF X Champion and a former charter member of Beautiful Agony. What has Kimo Newton done?

Daniels: He has gained quite a fanbase here in CZW, that's what he has done.

Kimo gets Havok up, and hits a Scoop Slam. Kimo gets him up again, and hits another one. He gets him up, and Irish Whips Havok, and hits a Hip Toss, then follows up with a sleeperhold.

Waters: Sleepehold by Kimo Newton. This could be dangerous for Jacob Havok

Havok tries to pull his arms away from his neck, then he gets up, and locks Kimo in a sleeperhold of his own, but Havok quickly changes it into an hammerlock. Kimo gets Havok up, and goes for a German Suplex, but Havok hits a back elbowsmash. Havok run to the ropes, only to get hit with a flying knee. The crowd pops as Kimo goes for a pin attempt.

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Waters: Vicious, just vicious that should have ended the match.

Masters: Yeah but it didn't.

Kimo picks Havok up but Havok rakes the face of Kimo. Havok rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. However Kimo rushes out of the ring and hits a baseball slide to the back of the head. Havok is on his hands and knees. Kimo hits a series of forearm to the back of Havok's head. He throws him into the ring. Kimo begins to enter the ring under the bottom rope but he sees Mike King now walking to the ring staring him dead in the face.

Daniels: What the hell is this?

Mike walks past the ring and walks to the commentator's table. Kimo returns his attention to Havok but he gave him too much time and Havok belts him with an enziguri. Havok stands up quickly and keeps Kimo down with a few hard stomps. Kimo crawls into the corner and uses the ropes to get to his feet but Havok remains on him. King takes a headset and starts commentating with Daniels, Masters and Waters.

Masters: Mike King, to what do we owe the pleasure?

King: Well all I know is earlier tonight I was embarrassed by one Kimo Newton, his gang of Hawaiian hooligans, the fans and even you Shawn Waters.

Waters: Yeah, consider me in the same light of the humanoids. Real nice King, real nice.

Havok stands up Kimo and chops away at him before snapmares him down to the mat. Havok follows it up with a pair of middle kicks to the back and ends it when he jumps and hits a standing dropkick to the back of the head of Kimo! Havok walks over to the head of Kimo and kicks him a few times before going for the cover. Kimo kicks out at 2!

King: Havok is a great wrestler but a snapmare into a few kicks and then a dropkick, that won't pin that punk wanksta Kimo.

Masters: You just called Kimo Newton a wanksta?

Daniels: Yes he did.

Masters: What is a wanksta anyway?

Waters: Someone who claims to be gangsta and he ain't.

King: I know Kimo, besides him drinking 40s, he ain't a gangsta like he claims. I am more legit and I came from white trash central Maricopa County. I walk into El Mirage on Grand Avenue and I am feared by the Latin Kings and MS-13s. Kimo just looks tough when he has his 5 buddies like he did earlier tonight. One-on-one, I could whop his ass in five minutes flat.

Havok stands Kimo back up. Havok kicks him in the mid section and sends Kimo into the turnbuckle. Havok runs at him and squashes Kimo in the corner with a running knee pat.

Waters: Nice running knee pat.

King: Come on Havok, get him.

Kimo falls to the mat holding his chest. Havok climbs to the top rope and leaps off and takes down Kimo with a cross body press. Havok keeps on him for a pin attempt.

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Havok gets off and kicks Kimo in the back. Havok continues his assault on Kimo starting to stomp on the injured back of Kimo. Havok stops to jaw with the fans and looks back at Kimo to see that he is starting to rise up. Havok runs at Kimo and hits him with a stiff kick to the spine. Havok continues running and takes Kimo down with a sinning wizard.

Masters: Beautiful shinning wizard.

Waters: That it was.

King: Stop stalling Jacob, go for the win. Go for the win Jacob.

Daniels: I wonder who you're behind tonight Mike King.

Havok takes Kimo and slaps him. Havok now takes him down with an innovative headscissors takedown. Havok gets up and plants a foot to the ribs of Kimo. Havok stands up Kimo and hits a half nelson back breaker! Havok goes for the cover on Kimo!

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King: Come on Jacob don't stop, don't stop. You got Kimo Newton where you want him.

Daniels: Can you be any less partial in this match Mike?

Masters: Mike King is giving his view point Daniels, let him be.

Havok stands up in frustration and turns Kimo on his stomach and slam knee hard on his back! Havok stops and climbs to the top rope and hits a a diving bodypress right to the back of Kimo!

King: Nice diving bodypress by Jacob Havok right there.

Waters: Say what?

King: That's a splash right there you humanoid.

Kimo cries out in pain holding his back as Havok poses to the crowd and the crowd boos right back at him. Havok covers Kimo once again.

King: It's over. Ring the damn bell!

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Kimo gets his foot on the bottom rope!

Havok can't believe it and stands up and pushes the ref. The ref pushes back and Havok is arguing with the ref.

Daniels: Kimo is getting to catch his breath as Jacob Havok is arguing with the referee.

King: I agree with you for once. Come on Havok, get that wanksta!!!!

Havok sees Kimo getting up by the ropes. Havok drags Kimo to the turnbuckle and chops him several times bring wooos out of the crowd. Havok attempts an Irish whip into the opposite corner but Kimo reverse and sends Havok crashing into the turnbuckle. Havok hits the turnbuckle, comes back and right into a Kimo flying forearm. Kimo gets up, as does Havok and then drops Havok with another flying forearm. Kimo is getting the hometown crowd back into it. Kimo gets up and hits an Asai moonsault bodyblock on to recovering Havok. Noah maneuvers around the back of Sin and hits a German suplex or a pin.

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Daniels: Kimo not messing around here.

Waters: Nor should he.

King: Kimo needs this win in front of his hometown crowd but he's still a jerk.

Waters: For calling you on your convictions? You are not perfect Mike.

King: I don't hold any punches about my past, I deserved what I got but Kimo spits in the face of my changes in my lifestyle since I've gone straight edge. That's the worst, he acted like me when I was in his position and he is too cocky to act like he don't give a shit but someday and someday soon Kimo will get his.

Masters: Easy there Mike, easy there.

The two men stand up and Havok comes at Kimo with a few punches but Kimo blocks and battles back. He whips Havok to the ropes but again is reverse. Kimo bounces back off the ropes and Havok attempts for a Back Body Drop but lowers the head to early. Kimo telegraphs it and drops Havok with a DDT.

Daniels: HUGE DDT from Kimo Newton.

Waters: This could be it.

King: No. Get up Jacob, get up.

Kimo goes for the covers as the crowd cheers.

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Havok gets his shoulder up.

Kimo rolls on top of Havok, wearing him down with mounted punches to the head. Havok manages to thumb Kimo in the eye. He then throws Kimo off as the crowd boos. Havok gets up and climbs the turnbuckle but is cut off by Kimo. Kimo waffles Havok in the back before climbing the top turnbuckle. Havok goes for a belly-to-back superplex but Havok holds onto the ropes

King: Come on Jacob, you are soooo close man. Beat that wanksta. Slap that porpoise, slap it!

Daniels: Did I hear that right? You want Jacob Havok to slap a porpoise?

King: No Jacob it is a figure of speech you mental midget.

Waters: Come on Mike shut up already and realize that if Jacob Havok gets this avalanche belly-to-back suplex, this could end it.

Havok elbows Kimo off of the ropes. Havok takes a breather for a few moments before climbing back to the top rope. Havok stalks Kimo as he gets back to his feet. and climbs to the top rope with his back facing his opponent.

Masters: This is gonna be it!

King: If he can get this moonsault it will be.

Waters: Can it King.

Daniels: Shawn, Mike, can you two get along long enough for this match to complete?

Kimo recovers and trips Havok up and he crotches himself on the top turnbuckle.

Daniels: Kimo is back in the match.

Kimo climbs the turnbuckle and wraps his legs around Havok's head. Kimo falls and pulls Havok down with him by driving him face down onto the mat with a reverse frankensteiner.

Masters: The Bottle Opener!

King: No, no, no, no!

Waters: There's nowhere to go, Kimo has it.

Kimo goes for the pin.

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KIMO WINS!

Towers: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... KIMO NEWTON!

King: Damn it, I can't believe it!

Daniels: The hometown boy wins!

King slams the headset as the referee raises Kimo's arm in the ring. King is going apeshit ringside.

Waters: Talk about a sore loser there. King is going irate like he bet against Kimo.

Kimo is about to exit the ring but is cut off by a Mike King Metallica kick which knocks him out of the ring with his head smacking the apron hard. The crowd boos King and he flips them off.

Daniels: King just laid out the hometown boy.

Masters: King was besmirched by Kimo earlier and King cashed in his receipt.

King stands over Kimo and spits on him before walking out.

Waters: Has gone too far here. I lost all respect for him.

Masters: So says the guy who wrapped a steal chair around his head.

Paramedics rush to Kimo's lifeless body as the scene goes to commercial.

***
~~ MAIN EVENT ~~
-=- THE FINAL STAGE OF THE GAUNTLET! -=-
"The Realist" Kris Kash vs "The Sadistic Solution" Alan Fiscus
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Towers: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your MAIN EVENT of the evening!

Daniels: Were nearly set for the long anticipated battle between Kris Kash and the man who turned his back on him months before, the World Champion, Alan Fiscus.

Waters: And there’s only one man who has been waiting for this encounter longer than we have, Jarred, and that is Kris himself. The Realist will be looking to get revenge for the backstabbing carried out-

Masters: He was not backstabbed, Shawn. This business is cut throat, and when you make a guarantee you bloody well better stick with it. Kris Kash didn’t stick to his guarantee and he paid the price for it.

Daniels: And what guarantee was that, William?

Masters: The guarantee that he would win every fight he was in for the Fiscus clan. He came back and made Alan Fiscus look like an idiot, losing matches and giving them a bad name.

Daniels: Where I come from, you don’t turn on your stable mate because of one loss.

Masters: Alan Fiscus is the World Champion, Jarred. That means he is the best in this business, which means he can’t be made to look like an idiot. Alan Fiscus made the mistake of putting his trust in Kash, and what did he do? He threw it back in his face!

Waters: He didn’t exactly throw it back in his face, Willie. He just lost a match…

Masters: Yes, well Alan Fiscus doesn’t lose matches, and he’s certainly not going to lose this one tonight.

The lights dim down as the crowd gets restless. Three gunshots go off as also spotlights get shined down on the ramp as "Exhibit A (instrumental)" Jay Electronica blasts over the PA system.

Daniels: As we all know, Kris Kash has been on a mission of late, coming back from injury and running through a series of gauntlet matches, only now is he finally getting the main target of his come back.

Waters: And what is next for Kash after this? Is he going to go on and face Maynard for the IC Title? Or is he going to stick with his partner Alex for a run at the tag titles?

Masters: You’re thinking too far ahead, Shawn. I doubt Kris will even be able to walk after this match. All the trash talking about Fiscus stops tonight, and you better believe, Kash isn’t the only one looking for revenge.

Daniels: Yes, Kris has mentioned his goals for the future regularly, however the goal for the present is to beat the number one man in CZW today. Kash of course lost last fortnight on Overdrive in a controversial ending against Alan’s brother, Sam.

Waters: Yes, Sam getting guarded by that monster. And Alan Fiscus getting involved, making Kash look like a school boy with his Overthrow.

Masters: I just hope Kash can move on after tonight is over, put his loss behind him and move on.

Daniels: AND HERE KASH IS….and oh boy he doesn’t look set for a loss here tonight, William. These fans are well and truly on his side too.

Kris Kash walks out slowly as he is wearing his hooded ring jacket and bandannas covering his mouth and his forehead. He walks down to the end of the rampway, looking around at the crowd then slides underneath the bottom rope and runs the ropes a bit.

Towers: In the ring, weighing 220 lbs and hailing from Brooklyn, New York…The Realist…KRIS KASH!!!!!!!!!!

He walks over to the corner striding past Jessica giving her a wink, and then kneels down to wait for his opponent.

Masters: Looks like there is still some unsettlement in the Blood Money camp, Alex Kaelin is no where to be seen.

Waters: Alex was just in a brutal contest against Sam Attic, William. Are you getting senile already?

Masters: No I’m bloody not, I’m only 27!

Waters: Yeah, in dog years.

Daniels: Well with two huge characters such as Kaelin and Kash, I guess there are bound to be some issues along the way. However, Kash and Kaelin spoke mid week and all looks well in the Blood Money camp in my view.

Masters: You’re the one who mentioned it last Overdrive, so don’t try and change your mind now.

Waters: Of course, with Kaelin still recovering after his earlier contest, I wonder if Fiscus will bring anyone out in his corner.

The crowd react with a series of boos and insults, as ‘Street cleaner’ by Godflesh blares over the PA system.

Daniels: I guess we will soon find out, guys. Of course we saw Alan earlier in the show, making a sneak attack on the Tower of Power winner, Karl the Jackal Jackson.

Masters: If he wasn’t going to attack that sick bastard, I certainly was.

Waters: Ha ha ha, that would be like a Chihuahua attacking a Rottweiler!

Masters: I know Karate!

Daniels: Oh please, William. We all know you would never get into a fight with Karl Jackson, not whilst sober anyway. And the Jackal is said to still be in the arena, after his violent encounter with the Buzzsaw.

Masters: That spells danger for basically, everyone then. This is a guy who’s purposely broken the leg of a woman before.

Waters: I KNEW IT!! I knew Montana was a woman, ever since his days with Jacqui Rhodes, I always wanted to call her Jack Rhodes.

Masters: I was ACTUALLY talking about the time he broke Ruthann’s ankle, Shawn.

Waters: Oh…but still, Montana is a female, right?

Daniels: With a name like Jesse, who knows. Anyway, by the noise of these fans here in Hawaii, I guess you folks at home can tell Alan Fiscus has made his way out onto the ramp. And sure enough, he has his side kick, the Giant, Garrett William out with him.

Masters: I’d like to see Kaelin or the Jackal try and attack Fiscus, now.

Waters: It’s hard being the champ, guys. When I was champ, I had a target right on my back.

Masters: You mean when you were the measly Television Champion.

Waters: Hey, I revolutionized that title.

Masters: What? Just like you revolutionized the Tower of Power event.

Waters: Right.

Daniels: Riiiight.

Alan Fiscus stands alongside Garrett, almost looking like a midget compared to the large cousin of Alan. Fiscus holds up the World Championship Title in the air as fireworks blast off, giving the number one man in CZW the grandest entrance possible. The fans almost drown this out though with their vicious boos and taunts. Garrett walks down the ramp behind Alan, mouthing off at the fans, telling them that the have no right to boo Alan. The Sadistic Solution doesn’t care though, just grinning at the fans getting so worked up.

Towers: And his opponent, being accompanied by Garrett William…he weighs in at 242 lbs, and hails from Wichita, Kansas…he is the CZW World Heavyweight Champion…The Sadistic Solution…ALAN FISCUS!!!!!!!!!!

Alan eventually reaches the ring, as he grabs a staff member by the shirt, pulling them over, handing them the World Title, threatening them if anything happened to it. Garrett stands up on the apron, as Kash wisely rolls out of the ring, allowing Alan to step inside, and pose for the angered fans.

Masters: The first smart thing Kris Kash has ever done. Well second actually, the first being turning his back on Blaze and McNeil.

Daniels: That seems like a long time ago now. Kris has been in this company on and off, riddled with injuries and personal issues. This time he has his best opportunity in the Combat Zone.

Masters: And my guess, he will fail yet again.

Waters: So forgiving aren’t you, Willie.

Daniels: Kash may have made mistakes in the past, but this time he seems set on getting to the top of CZW, and I can’t see why he wouldn’t. He is a great talent, with great fire and passion.

Masters: But he’s ate more than he can chew here tonight.

Garrett waits on the outside, standing close to Jessica who looks rather scared at the large Individual looking down at her. The referee asks both men if they are ready, the fans chanting loudly for Kash, and even more loudly for Fiscus, however not positive chants.

Daniels: This match is about to get underway, it is our MAIN EVENT for the evening. Kris Kash, Alan Fiscus, here it is!

*DING DING*

- The match begins as both competitors begin to walk around the ring, looking for the first point of attack. As they do this, the fans make their intentions known as the chant ‘FISCUS SUCKS’ loudly echoing around the arena and up the ramp into the back. Garrett shows his anger as he kicks his foot hard into the steel steps, yelling at the crowd to shut their mouths.

Daniels: He’s quite a scary guy, Garrett is, clearly getting aggressive as these fans continue to boo his cousin.

Waters: He’s only making them louder and louder by acting like a cry baby.

Daniels: That’s one big baby! Something out of ‘Honey I Blew Up The Kid’.

- Alan keeps calm very much unlike his cousin on the outside. Kash just smiles as he closes in on Fiscus, but as he gets closer, Alan falls to his knees, doing a begging motion.

Waters: I’ve never seen Alan do this before, actually begging for Kash to-

Daniels: Shawn, I don’t think Alan is begging for Kash to take it easy on him, I think he is mocking a promo of his Kash made a few weeks back. We saw Kash plead for an IC Title shot, and I think Alan Fiscus is using that as arsenal.

Masters: The Sadistic Solution, a master of mind games.

- The referee tells Alan to get back to his feet, as Kash surprisingly just laughs at Alan, not getting affected by the earl attempts at getting into his head. The fans boo even louder now for Alan, as both men eventually lock up, Kash pushing Alan back into the corner, as the referee is forced to split both men up. Kash backs off, telling Alan to come get some. Alan now walks out form the corner and locks up with Kash, pushing him back first into the corner. As the referee breaks both men u this time, Alan gets a cheap kick in on Kash, winding him momentarily.

Daniels: That was a blatant cheap shot, and this referee seems to have not seen it.

Masters: Not only a master of mind games, but also a master ring techniques.

Daniels: A master of cheap shots you mean.

- Alan Fiscus laughs as Kash falls to his knees in front of him. Alan carries on the cheap assault as he slaps him hard around the mouth.

Daniels: OH there was just NO need for that. Alan is disrespecting Kash here, and I can’t wait for Kash to get revenge.

Waters: Alan has pretty much embarrassed him so far.

Daniels: I find it embarrassing that OUR world champion has to resort to those tactics.

Masters: And I find it embarrassing that in over two years of walking together, you still can’t find any decent deodorant. You bloody stink, Jarred.

- Alan laughs in the face of Kris Kash, as does Garrett on the outside. The arena is now deafening with boos for Fiscus and his bodyguard. The referee checks on Kash, as he pushes him out of the way, now on a fully fledged attack against the World Champion. Kash runs at him, taking him down with a spear, now getting lefts and rights in. Alan manages to escape rolling out of harms way and onto the outside. Kash though taking none of it runs towards the ropes, and hit’s a BASEBALL slide on the World Champ.

Masters: Now that was a bloody cheap tactic, Alan taking a well earned breather and that lunatic attacks him from behind.

Daniels: You can’t just turn our back on our opponent, William, and that is what Alan did there.

Waters: I think Kash has attracted the attention of the giant though.

- Garrett rushes around the ring to make sure Alan is okay, after directly smashing his face on the guardrail. Kash wisely et again avoids Garrett, sliding back in the ring, the fans cheering for Kash. Eventually Alan decides to get back into the ring, yelling at the referee to keep Kash back. Kash comes in for the attack again now as Alan gets a kick I to the mid section. Alan now throws Kash shoulder first into the steel post, and gets a roll up off it.

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- Kash kicks out confidently as he gets back up. Alan is already on his feet as he scraps the eyes of the Realist, and now shoulder thrusts him into the corner. Fiscus unleashes several corner rope kicks on Kash, knocking him down in the corner. Alan now presses his foot into the jugular of Kris, as the referee begins to count down.

Daniels: Alan is fighting dirty here-

Masters: Yes, he may be a master of technical moves, but when he wants to fight dirt, he sure can.

Waters: Kash of course grew up in the mean streets of Brooklyn, New York, I’m not sure fighting dirty is wise when your against a brawler like Kris Kash.

Masters: Is that supposed to intimidate people? Living in the ‘mean streets’ of Brooklyn. I lived in the mean streets of Chelsea, England-

Waters: Ha ha ha ha ha…sorry Willie…but that just cracked me up.

Masters: It’s bloody rough there!

Waters: Yeah, and Pingu is a cage fighter!

- Kash crawls out from the corner as Alan picks him up, going for some sort of suplex. Alan hits an Inverted Suplex, Kash crashing to the ground like a sack of potatoes, milking it for all it’s worth. Garrett claps for his cousin who looks in complete control in this contest. Alan sits on the back of Kash, as though he was going for a camel clutch, however instead he just lifts Kris’s head up and starts to mouth words to him. The camera zooms but still we cannot make out what he is saying.

Masters: Do you still think Alan isn’t in the mind of Kris Kash?

Daniels: I’m not so sure Kash is even conscious at the moment. Alan though seeming to have a few words for Kash, and really he should stop talking and continue with the attack.

Masters: Alan Fiscus an do whatever he wants. Kash isn’t even in the same league as him. He is the World Heav-

Daniels: Yes, we get the idea, William.

- The fans once again begin to boo the arena down as Alan throws down Kash’s face to the canvas, walking around now staring at each fan. Kash begins to make his way to his feet, as Alan comes in, going for a punt to the head, luckily Kash dodges though as Alan misses, Kash now from behind hitting a Victory Roll…and the cover…

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- Alan kicks out easily also after the second attempt at a cover from both men. Alan looks pissed after Kash’s quick attack as he jumps to his feet, now going for a forearm smash, Kash ducks though and locks the arm of Fiscus up, then the neck…SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Kash hit’s the first big move of the match as Fiscus writhes around the floor like a wet fish on land. Kash gets back to his feet as the fans begin to get back on his side. Garrett slamming his hands down on the apron trying to get Fiscus back up, the sound like an earthquake in Hawaii.

‘REALIST…REALIST…REALIST…’

- Those chants mixed with the usual ‘Fiscus Sucks’ makes Kash get fired up. Alan gets back to his feet as Kash hit’s a heavy clothesline, Alan bounces back up though. Kash now with a standing dropkick. Alan goes back into the ropes, Kash follows as he Irish whips the champ, Alan reverses though as Kash goes bouncing off the ropes, Alan picks him up hitting a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker…BUT KASH REVERSES…HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN!

Waters: Kash is on form now, and starting to find his rhythm finally in this contest.

Daniels: You’re right, Kash can move around the ring at great speeds when he gets into that zone…

- Alan sure enough rises back up pretty much straight away, as Kash now Irish whips Alan into the corner. Kash goes running in…BODYPRESS!!!! Alan is squashed in the corner still as he drops down to his ass. Kash walks back and begins to run in again, the fans going wild…RUNNING FACE WASH!!!!!!!

Masters: HA HA HA HA…KRIS KASH MISSES IT!!!!!!!!!

Daniels: ONLY BECAUSE GARRETT PULLS ALAN FROM HARMS WAY!

Waters: Garrett getting in at the last second then, pulling Alan under the ropes, as Kash crashes and burns in the corner, and I think he is hurt. If we look at the replay here, Kash’s left knee goes crashing into the steel post.

Daniels: Disgraceful that was, and I hope this referee throws that big idiot from ringside.

Masters: Careful what you say, Jarred. I don’t care if you get flattened, but I’d hate to have to sit next to that sort of mess.

Waters: I doubt the referee will throw Garrett from ringside, but he sure as hell is having along word with him.

Daniels: These fans are enraged b this, just as I am.

- Alan pats Garrett on the back, as he turns his attentions back onto Kash. As the replay showed, Kash went knee first into the steel post, as he missed the attack. Alan knows he is hurt, as Kash screams in agony. Alan begins to work on the injured limb straight away, as he grabs his leg from the outside, and wraps it around the post.

Masters: Ding Dong…this match is over.

Daniels: Alan Fiscus now like shark smelling blood as he savagely attacks the injured leg of the Realist.

Waters: Alan Fiscus is a genius inside that ring, and now with a big weakness like an injured knee, Kris Kash is the huge underdog.

Daniels: I still think Garrett should be sent to the back after that.

Masters: And I think you should be put down, but we can’t all get our own way.

- Alan slides back into the ring, now dragging Kash b the injured, placing it on the ropes, as Alan bounces up and sits on the knee cap. Alan picks Kash up who stands on one leg, Alan grabbing his left leg, lifting him up, dropping down with a knee breaker, Alan then keeps hold of the leg, and drops an elbow down on the knee.

Waters: The tide has well and truly turned in this match now.

- The fans sense that Kash maybe too badly injured to get back into this match now, as the arena falls into an eerier silence. Garrett takes this opportunity to clap Alan on again, trying to get as much heat as he can. One member of the crowd ells something out at him, as Garrett walks over to them, and steals their can of soda. Garrett finishes the drink, then throws the can back in the fans face. Alan has now got a leg lock applied, as Kash screams out in desperation. Kash begins to power himself towards the ropes, with the fans beginning to get back behind him.

Daniels: Alan has slowed this match down now, which suits him to a tee.

Masters: You’re right, Kash likes to fly around that ring like it was a kids bouncy castle, Alan however has methodically taken away his pace, and now Kash can’t hardly stand at all.

Waters: Ha ha maybe he will join Montana on crutches.

Masters: Bloody swine.

- Kash now begins to kick out his right leg, thrusting it into the face of Fiscus who is forced to let go of the hold. Kash now begins to make his way to his feet, however Alan stealthily swoops around the back of the Realist, and chop blocks his left knee out, as Kash flops back to the ground. Alan now stays in a knelt down position, looking over at Kash with a lick of the lips, and an evil grin on his face. Alan stands up cautiously, then begins to backpedal slowly as though he was setting Kash up for something.

Waters: You don’t think Alan is about to attempt another devious punt kick do you?

Daniels: Possibly. The same move of course which took Kash out of action in the first place. This move is just sick in many ways, and Kash could be in some serious trouble here.

- The fans are willing for Kash to get back to his feet, but it ma be too late. As Fiscus runs in, a gasp echoes around the arena, Kash in a world of trouble…

Masters: PUNT KICK…PUNT KICK…

Daniels: NO…Thank God! Kash manages to dodge away from the maneuver for the second time in this match.

Waters: And Kash springs back up even though he is on one leg only.

Daniels: The guts of this man is amazing, the toughness. The will to success and get revenge.

Masters: How is he doing this on one leg?!

- Kash knocks Alan down with a forearm smash. Alan gets back up as Kash standing on one leg, now hit’s a hard European Uppercut on the champ. Alan bounces off the ropes as Kash now dives off his one leg, hitting a flying clothesline. Alan begins to stir again, as Kash looks behind him, now setting something special up…

PELE KICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- The fans scream in joy that a man on one leg has now stepped this match up into another gear. Kash begins to get feeling back in his leg now as he stands on it, hobbling badly though. Alan begins to stir, now getting back to his feet as Kash exit’s the ring, but stays standing on the apron, outside the ropes. Alan is back up as Kash springboards onto the top rope, then flies off…

Waters: SHOOTING STAR PRESS…

Masters: NO…ALAN REVERSES INTO A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX…OUT OF NO WHERE…

Daniels: Phenomenal!

Waters: Cover!

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- The fans believed it to be over then, as did Garrett who growls with anger. Kash rolls off clearly hurt after the huge reversal hit b the World Champion. Alan now back on attack lifts Kash to his feet once again, but Kash fights back, lefts and rights to the gut of Fiscus, now lefts and rights to the head, Fiscus goes stumbling backwards, Kash pulls Fiscus in onto his shoulders…but Fiscus slides off and now finds himself behind the Realist…Russian Leg Sweep! NO- Kash reverses the move by Alan into a reverse Russian Leg Sweep of his own. Fiscus holds his face as he flops around the ring, as though his good looks had now all been wrecked. Kash now on fire, with the fans heavily behind him, begins to climb the ropes.

Daniels: This could be a make or break situation for the former IC Champion, Kris Kash.

Waters: I know all about taking high risks in the ring, but it doesn’t always pay off. I don’t exactly know how Kash is even managing to climb with one leg.

Daniels: Kash is at the top now, as the thousands of fans in attendance are all on their feet.

Masters: BUT SO IS FISCUS!!

- Alan gets to his feet quickly as Kash has no time to adjust, still standing on the top rope. Alan viciously steps in with a big boot, purposely kicking the left leg out from under Kash, as the Realist falls dramatically off the top rope and lands awkwardly on the canvas below.

Daniels: HOLY HELL! We may need help out here, I’m not sure if Kash landed on his head then!

Masters: He got what he deserved, being stupid enough to climb to the top rope on only one leg.

Daniels: He knew it was a make or break moment, but I don’t think it was stupid. He is fighting the World Champion here, he needed to pull out everything he had from the bag, and he nearly did it.

Waters: Kash is hurt here, but I don’t think Fiscus cares…he lifts the lifeless Kash up…

OVERTHROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: Ha ha the same move he hit Kash with last edition of Overdrive, and now he destroys him with it again.

- Alan doesn’t go for the pin however, now sitting on top of the lifeless body of Kash, sitting on his back. Alan gets Kash into a full nelson position, anything he does now just getting more and more boos from the fans. They know Alan could end it with a pin fall now, but he just wants to punish Kash for as long as possible. Alan drops Kash down into a Camel Clutch, as the referee checks on Kash straight away.

Daniels: Fiscus now has THE MANIC COMPRESSION LOCKED IN!

Waters: Not that he needed to do that, but I guess he wants to prove once and for all, that Kash is not in his league.

Masters: I have known that all along, but Fiscus just wants to punish him. Kash made him and his stable look weak back when Kash would no show, and put on weak performances. Kash deserves this punishment.

Daniels: Kash did not deserve to be booted in the face, and he certainly doesn’t deserve a punishment now. Alan is just being cock like he always is.

- The referee soon stops the contest, as Kash is clearly unconscious. Alan of course doesn’t release the hold until another ten seconds go by, the referee having to prize the World Champion off the defeated Realist.

Towers: And the winner of this contest, by way of submission…The CZW World Heavyweight Champion…ALAN FISCUS!!!!!!!!!!

- Towers is suddenly stopped as she runs from the ring, as THE JACKAL is out at ringside. He flew through the crowd, who now make a tremendous amount of noise for Karl, Alan Fiscus taken completely unaware as he gets a right hook in the face, knocking him down, but cleverly rolling out of the ring.

Masters: Damn, everywhere I look this maniac is there, it’s like he’s haunting this company.

Daniels: Alan DID attack him earlier in the show, you can’t do that to the Jackal and expect to get away with it.

Masters: You can’t say anything to this lunatic and get away with it, he needs either anger management, or a bloody sedative!

Waters: Fiscus cleverly rolls out of the ring though, and look at this…the fans are going nuts for this encounter…

Daniels: My goodness, Garrett William is getting into the ring.

Masters: Ha ha, Jacko is about to wish he had stayed in the back, crying away his sorrows.

Daniels: And look at Fiscus, cradling the World Title, he wants none of the Jackal.

- The fans chant for the Jackal as he stands toe to toe with a seven foot giant. Karl swings out a right hand, stunning the giant, then a left, Karl hits another right, then another, then another, as Garrett is knocked backwards. However, as Jackal goes to lift the beast up, he is unable to and Garrett gets the advantage, by slamming down a double axe handle onto the spine of the Jackal.

Masters: Bloody idiot, he may be some savage rabid monster, but he’s not strong enough to lift William, my God that man must weight near five hundred pounds.

Daniels: And Karl is now in serious trouble, as Garrett hit’s a huge head butt, knocking him down to the canvas.

- Karl is back up though as Garrett throws him like a rag doll into the corner. Garrett now holds Jackal in the corner as he swipes his right hand down, hitting a chest chop on Karl, knocking his breath away. Garrett now Irish whips Karl to the opposite corner, as Karl almost goes flying over the corner post. Garrett comes running in, but Karl intelligently dropkicks the left leg out from under the giant.

Daniels: Great counter by Karl there, and maybe, just maybe he can overcome this huge size disadvantage.

- Garrett is now almost the same height as Karl, kneeling down as Karl hits lefts and rights. The whole place is electric as thousands of fans chant for Karl to overcome the beast. The Jackal grits his teeth as Garrett climbs back to his feet. Karl is an amazing show of strength grabs Garrett…

JACKAL POWERSLAMS THE GIANT!!!!!!!!!!

Masters: I am shocked.

Daniels: As are the whole of Hawaii here tonight, Karl Jackson has just power slammed a five hundred pound monster-

Waters: BUT HERE COMES FISCUS!!!!

Masters: Ha ha ha, no time for the Jackal to celebrate, as Alan smashes the World Title over the cranium on the Jackal.

- The Jackal got hit from behind with the Gold, as the fans boo loudly. Alan stands there almost slobbering, feeling the intensity, and loving the power he has over the Jackal now. Karl begins to stir as Fiscus isn’t through. He wants to cause more damage. He waits in the corner with the belt cradled to his chest, like a snake preying on it’s next victim. Eventually the Jackal gets to his feet as the arena explodes…

Daniels: NO! FISCUS RUNS IN WITH THE BELT…WAIT…JACKAL REVERSES…JACKAL REVERSES…

- The Jackal reverses as he hit’s a drop toe hold on Fiscus, and then locks in the Jackal Lock. But before he can properly apply pressure, Alan wriggles out and escapes under the ropes, harm free. The fans chant for the Jackal as he stands over the cousin of the World Champion, with the World Title in his grasp. Alan Fiscus backpedals down the ramp.

Daniels: My goodness, what a showdown between these two men. Two men who will crash heads at Summer Showdown, and will that be the scene in June, the Jackal holding the World Heavyweight Title above his head.

Masters: Hell no, Jarred. He shouldn’t be putting his grubby paws on it now, and he certainly won’t get them on it at Summer Showdown.

Waters: I’m not sure, but one thing I know is that it’s not a match to miss. I have just heard in my ear piece that next Overdrive, these two men will not only have to stand in the same ring as each other, they will have a Contract Signing for the World Title match at Summer Showdown, and with the fire between these two men, anything is likely to happen.

Daniels: Yes folks, do not miss the next edition of Overdrive. For now, though I’m afraid were out of time. What a show we have had here in Hawaii, from me, Jarred Daniels, William Masters and Shawn Waters, have a good night!